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tamingthemuseTitle: The Three
Fandom: Original
Character(s): Ethian, Michael, Gabriel & Alexander
Genre(s): General & angst
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,250
Summary: They have passed all the tests he's created for them, now it's time to see if the fruits of his patience are equal to the real tasks they are meant to be given
The Three
Ethian looked upon his Three, no longer boys, but had grown into young men, and they were about to execute their final test. Standing in a triangular pattern, each Angel looked at another, waiting for the moment in which their King would commence them to start. They were calm; poised. Ready for anything. They would be flawless.
"Draw your weapons," Ethian said firmly, but had to smile. He had trained these farm boys into the finest soldiers since Ethias himself? He wanted to pat himself on the back for what a magnificent job he had done, crafting them into such visions of perfection that would make even a bloodthirsty general back down from battle.
"Begin when ready."
The movements thereafter looked more like a choreographed dance, clanging, banging, and sounds of steel shifting over steel resonating in the air. They moved quick as lightning, anticipating one another's parries and strikes, and sometimes not expecting them, for each had both an advantage and a disadvantage.
While Michael found it easy to counter Alexander's twin swords, he was always seceptible to Gabriel's great sword that had a tendency to attack from above or behind. Likewise, Gabriel was easy prey for both Michael's and Alexander's agility, for in carrying such a heavy weapon, he was not as swift as his brothers. Alexander, too, had the flaw in that he had difficulty avoiding Michael's always shifting techniques - using Angelus like a sword at times, and at others he would act as if it were giant piece of timber that could knock someone out cold.
But when it came to their flaws, they were few, and rarely would these three men ever be pitted against each like this again. Ethian prayed they would never turn on one another...
After several more minutes of their constant lunges and swipes that never did any damage - as they were instructed to not hurt one another - Ethian called for them to cease and then to stand before him. "Then I do suppose it is official - you three are beyond my instruction now and have proven yourselves worthy to be known as Angels. I congratulate you on this prestigious honor, my boys."
"Thank you, King Ethian," they replied in unison, one with enthusiasm, another with a respect for his mentor, and the last with a strong sense of obligation.
"As Angels, you each have a special task, given to you by God, and this you all know already. You've seen things in your dreams, and at times in every day life. I know it has been harder for you all at times, but rest assured that I have prayed your pain be eased every day." Ethian told them comfortingly, eyeing one Angel more than the others. "Your gifts are unique. Dangerous, but well worth the cost. You hold the future of our world within your hands, as cliche' as that sounds."
Ethian continued. "So according to your gifts, you each will now hold a title that will not necessarily earn you respect or valor, but it will grant you understanding as to the purpose of your talents. Wear these names proudly or hide them - I will not force you to shout them to the world."
First, he approached Gabriel, his eldest and most stubborn, but he knew he was a man of courage and confidence. He would never fail his mentor or people, this Ethian was sure of. "Gabriel, you will be the Messenger, for you carry knowledge of many things. But beware - there is an ultimate knowledge that you will not be aware of until the moment Jehovah invokes you with it, and on that day you must proclaim it with a voice louder than any known to man. We will depend on you."
Gabriel lowered his head instinctively and allowed Ethian's hand to touch his shoulder. He didn't even shudder or feel a sense of strength pass through him. Gabriel was too stoic - too apart from everyone else.
Ethian then progressed onto Michael, who knelt respectively before his King. Ethian smiled, humbled by the gesture. "You, Michael, will be the Archangel - Jehovah's all-mighty general who will lead the attack against a great army. This day will be Armageddon, and you must be ready to face it at any time, because no man will know the day or time. Rest assured, though, that on that day your brothers will be there to fight at your side, and you will all reign victorious. Do not fear your death, Michael, because it will never be."
Though he was honored and humbled by such a great rank to be bestowed upon him, Michael instantly felt a guilt eat away at his heart. If he was to never die, would he have to watch everyone else around him die, too? What fate could truly be any worse than that?
"I thank you, my King." He said, dryly - he was not as excited as he had wanted to be.
Finally, there was one left, and Ethian found it difficult to look into the eyes of this boy, barely a man, without turning away in shame. "Alexander, I know that you will be likely to hate me for this, but I'm sure you already know your purpose that God has given you. You will be the great Angel of Death - the courier of spirits to Heaven. On the day of Armageddon, you, along with your Brothers, will have to slay many, but few will make the journey Home. Until then, though, you must care for the souls of the dead and welcome them to Paradise."
Alexander tried not to cry and smiled brightly for his mentor, assuring the elder man that he was prepared for whatever came his way. His swords would be at his side and his love for the people would spur him to battle, but... his love for the people...
He began to cry, but still smiled. "Thank you, my King. I will not fail you and I am blessed with this gift."
Broken in seeing Alexander fight so hard against his soft heart, Ethian smiled in return and nodded, denying tears himself in the act of biting his lower lip. Turning away and standing before his Angels again, he spoke one final time. "When you were brought here to be taught under my wing, you were not only being honed for Armageddon, but were also deemed to be guardians over those who will need your protection. For the time being, you are the kingdom's, but one day soon... there will be a child, and since you are the eldest, Gabriel, I will appoint you first to be my heir's keeper. Likewise, as more follow, Michael and Alexander will guard one, as well."
He went on. "These burdens are heavy that I have given you this day, but they are also blessings in disguise, for through your weapons and hearts, you will save this world from the sin that has corrupted it. Jehovah needs you three to finish this age and see it into the future where we will live again in peace forever. Raise your heads high, or slump your shoulders forward - I will not condone you for anything you choose to do from here on. Just remember this; you are the Angels, given human life by God to help the people. Always help your fellow man and do not think him lower than you."
"Yes, King Ethian..."
Fandom: Original
Character(s): Ethian, Michael, Gabriel & Alexander
Genre(s): General & angst
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,250
Summary: They have passed all the tests he's created for them, now it's time to see if the fruits of his patience are equal to the real tasks they are meant to be given
Ethian looked upon his Three, no longer boys, but had grown into young men, and they were about to execute their final test. Standing in a triangular pattern, each Angel looked at another, waiting for the moment in which their King would commence them to start. They were calm; poised. Ready for anything. They would be flawless.
"Draw your weapons," Ethian said firmly, but had to smile. He had trained these farm boys into the finest soldiers since Ethias himself? He wanted to pat himself on the back for what a magnificent job he had done, crafting them into such visions of perfection that would make even a bloodthirsty general back down from battle.
"Begin when ready."
The movements thereafter looked more like a choreographed dance, clanging, banging, and sounds of steel shifting over steel resonating in the air. They moved quick as lightning, anticipating one another's parries and strikes, and sometimes not expecting them, for each had both an advantage and a disadvantage.
While Michael found it easy to counter Alexander's twin swords, he was always seceptible to Gabriel's great sword that had a tendency to attack from above or behind. Likewise, Gabriel was easy prey for both Michael's and Alexander's agility, for in carrying such a heavy weapon, he was not as swift as his brothers. Alexander, too, had the flaw in that he had difficulty avoiding Michael's always shifting techniques - using Angelus like a sword at times, and at others he would act as if it were giant piece of timber that could knock someone out cold.
But when it came to their flaws, they were few, and rarely would these three men ever be pitted against each like this again. Ethian prayed they would never turn on one another...
After several more minutes of their constant lunges and swipes that never did any damage - as they were instructed to not hurt one another - Ethian called for them to cease and then to stand before him. "Then I do suppose it is official - you three are beyond my instruction now and have proven yourselves worthy to be known as Angels. I congratulate you on this prestigious honor, my boys."
"Thank you, King Ethian," they replied in unison, one with enthusiasm, another with a respect for his mentor, and the last with a strong sense of obligation.
"As Angels, you each have a special task, given to you by God, and this you all know already. You've seen things in your dreams, and at times in every day life. I know it has been harder for you all at times, but rest assured that I have prayed your pain be eased every day." Ethian told them comfortingly, eyeing one Angel more than the others. "Your gifts are unique. Dangerous, but well worth the cost. You hold the future of our world within your hands, as cliche' as that sounds."
Ethian continued. "So according to your gifts, you each will now hold a title that will not necessarily earn you respect or valor, but it will grant you understanding as to the purpose of your talents. Wear these names proudly or hide them - I will not force you to shout them to the world."
First, he approached Gabriel, his eldest and most stubborn, but he knew he was a man of courage and confidence. He would never fail his mentor or people, this Ethian was sure of. "Gabriel, you will be the Messenger, for you carry knowledge of many things. But beware - there is an ultimate knowledge that you will not be aware of until the moment Jehovah invokes you with it, and on that day you must proclaim it with a voice louder than any known to man. We will depend on you."
Gabriel lowered his head instinctively and allowed Ethian's hand to touch his shoulder. He didn't even shudder or feel a sense of strength pass through him. Gabriel was too stoic - too apart from everyone else.
Ethian then progressed onto Michael, who knelt respectively before his King. Ethian smiled, humbled by the gesture. "You, Michael, will be the Archangel - Jehovah's all-mighty general who will lead the attack against a great army. This day will be Armageddon, and you must be ready to face it at any time, because no man will know the day or time. Rest assured, though, that on that day your brothers will be there to fight at your side, and you will all reign victorious. Do not fear your death, Michael, because it will never be."
Though he was honored and humbled by such a great rank to be bestowed upon him, Michael instantly felt a guilt eat away at his heart. If he was to never die, would he have to watch everyone else around him die, too? What fate could truly be any worse than that?
"I thank you, my King." He said, dryly - he was not as excited as he had wanted to be.
Finally, there was one left, and Ethian found it difficult to look into the eyes of this boy, barely a man, without turning away in shame. "Alexander, I know that you will be likely to hate me for this, but I'm sure you already know your purpose that God has given you. You will be the great Angel of Death - the courier of spirits to Heaven. On the day of Armageddon, you, along with your Brothers, will have to slay many, but few will make the journey Home. Until then, though, you must care for the souls of the dead and welcome them to Paradise."
Alexander tried not to cry and smiled brightly for his mentor, assuring the elder man that he was prepared for whatever came his way. His swords would be at his side and his love for the people would spur him to battle, but... his love for the people...
He began to cry, but still smiled. "Thank you, my King. I will not fail you and I am blessed with this gift."
Broken in seeing Alexander fight so hard against his soft heart, Ethian smiled in return and nodded, denying tears himself in the act of biting his lower lip. Turning away and standing before his Angels again, he spoke one final time. "When you were brought here to be taught under my wing, you were not only being honed for Armageddon, but were also deemed to be guardians over those who will need your protection. For the time being, you are the kingdom's, but one day soon... there will be a child, and since you are the eldest, Gabriel, I will appoint you first to be my heir's keeper. Likewise, as more follow, Michael and Alexander will guard one, as well."
He went on. "These burdens are heavy that I have given you this day, but they are also blessings in disguise, for through your weapons and hearts, you will save this world from the sin that has corrupted it. Jehovah needs you three to finish this age and see it into the future where we will live again in peace forever. Raise your heads high, or slump your shoulders forward - I will not condone you for anything you choose to do from here on. Just remember this; you are the Angels, given human life by God to help the people. Always help your fellow man and do not think him lower than you."
"Yes, King Ethian..."
