Davis is...?

Luna stopped, including all the angels in the crowd at Arveion's sudden words, her face fell," Davis...is, he's…dead?" She paused, her eyes wide and fixated upon him.

"What you're saying is, he c-can't be, Arveion I apologize if this what you speaking in front of me now is true, there's nothing to say but—" Her face softened when she looked at him, "I'm sorry, I know this won't change the fact nor would it bring return him to us...he was a great man, and I know everyone in this crowd right now, feels his absence in our lives, in our hearts, we all mourn with you." Luna caught back her tears.

Arveion massaged his temple, exhaling a sigh, "I blame myself though because, I let him go out there, back then I didn't see that how stupid it was thinking a prophecy was to stop all of this, I blame myself because I believed everything looking for an easy way out, instead of telling to fuck all of it." 

Luna's gaze fell to the floor, fiddling with her hands, she didn't know what to say. Davis...dead? It was going to take a while for her to readjust to where things were going, to understand. 'Was this why he hadn't reported to her? Is it her fault for not reacting to his disappearance, should she have sent someone out right away to seek? Has she failed him? She wasn't going to fail any of her people again.'

"Arveion, everyone…" She calls, raising her palms for a halt of the murmuring, her head already spinning, "Davis' death will not be vain, please don't refer to the girl as a mistake for she too is a person…"

"A human person." He massaged his temples, devastated as to why Luna continued to protect the girl.

She ignored him,"...If you at least want to know that Davis' decision was wise, if dying to protect Amber was of a good course then you'll reconsider my plan. We don't know the future of this girl nor do we understand the error yet but there is no possible way of us knowing if she consists of this power or not, not until giving her a chance." Luna nodded towards the angels before continuing.

"First we need a place to keep her, so we'll have her under her eyes in order so the monsters won't be able to get to her before us finding out why the prophecy led to her. She must have to be special if they're after her either way, right"

Arveion spun on his feet, aggressively running a hand, threw his hair, "Please, don't even think about bringing that girl here." He storms off, pushing the door open with an angry fist, though he was angrier at himself. 

Indigo and Arsan followed behind him.

"Hey, where are you going?" Indigo ran up in front of him, Arsan at his side.

"I don't know," He continued his steps increasing in speed towards the training grounds, "I don't even know what I am to do right now."

"None of us do," Indigo sighed, "I mean who would've thought this? Having to rearrange such an early funeral for Davis but we need to do this, Arveion. There's nothing we can do to take it back."

Arsan gave a pitied nod," She's right, man."  He placed a hand on his shoulder, all three of them looking sadly at each other until Arveion sped off again.

"Really though? Does it feel right to guys that Queen Luna is still allowing that girl here, that we still have to protect her? More deaths going towards the trust in that fucking prophecy. I'm sorry but I'm not going to fly around like some idiot, waiting for some change to happen and neither should you two…" His eyes flickered to Arsan and then to Indigo longingly, hoping that they would take his side but turned his back once again when neither of them said anything.

***

Arveion sat on the concrete training floor, remembering how many times his brother would floor him. How many times he would lose.

He clenched his fist, colliding his knuckles with the floor at the thought that not once was he able to defeat him. Davis was the reason he trained so hard, hoping that one day he would be worthy to say he won against him.

At the same time maybe it was his time to find his purpose, he always looked up to his brother but no longer having that competition what else was there. Davis was his last family member. Now he is the last of Sanchez's name; him having to live up to it all, carry on his brother's name, his skill. 

The sun shone at his face, a beautiful morning wasted. He had no energy to do anything anymore. And If he trained then he'll go all out, putting his remaining energy to nothing.

His thought went back to the girl, what he had witnessed at her house. The cold, blood-boiling look she gave him, how sharp her words were, the green color of her sublime eyes to a deeper shade. Her face looked too innocent and too femininely beautiful to be capable of such expression of actually being the person to help them; the source of power they needed.

But then he thought of the fact that the prophecy meant nothing, how she was human, how his brother died to protect her, how others were going to have to die for her and hit knuckles to the floor again. There was no way in which they would be under the same roof as her, despite him agreeing to it.