Clare

Mikael, wanting to help, ascended to the heavens, and in the third year returned to Earth. On his arrival back to earth he bestowed a gift on the children so when they reached the age of 34 they all aged three times slower than the deceptors, and lived three times longer, making them superior but still mortal, calling them Lightwatchers. After the first of the Lightwatchers were grown up to twenty years, the angels left and said never to return. Though we are visited often by other angels never those four.

Clare stood still for a few seconds, her brain perishing with thoughts of what she just heard, “Whoa, so what you’re saying is that I’m a Lightwatcher, correct.”

Caidrian wasn’t looking at her, instead, his eyes searched the forest, lower ground and up toward the trees, “Not just any Lightwatcher, you are the descendant of the Archangels Gabriel and Mikael, and the last born female of the Draiken bloodline.”