House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

A little kid, a girl, with light brown short hair, smiling at a lady and a man, who sat on a bench in the middle of a snowing seasoned park, she didn’t recognize these people, and focused on the girl as she said, “Ok mama and papa, I love you.”

Her mind moved quickly to an older girl about seven or eight, whom she recognized as herself, except the girls’ hair was black and her eyes… Clare couldn’t make out her eyes, but they weren’t green, was it her? She looked similar to Clare, but the girl was engaged in martial arts, with a young version of Caidrian and a little boy, who looked similar to herself that she knew now, with brown hair and green eyes.

Flashes and glimpses of her brother Nathan when he was younger soared through her mind like a slide of clips, first, a teenager sparring with the girl she presumed must’ve been her. His scratchy voice, “Sister, sister, be strong, the stance determines the skill.” He glided his feet and swept her legs off the ground.

The images faded like dust, and another appeared of her mother so happy, chasing her around a big wooden-floored house, and then, she spotted Raphael teaching her knife throwing and angelic words, “Armah, water, remember that one Ella and you get chocolate.”

Another glimpse with Raphael, his kind eyes looking to the ceiling as a young Clare called to him, and ran into a lounge area, squealing, “Uncle, uncle,” he grabbed her around her waist, like a little doll when she jumped on top of the brown leather sofas and tickled her. She wailed, screeching in delight, “Uncle, I swear it was Nathan.”

Something about him was different, yet there was a familiarity to him, a softness behind that hard exterior, not the cold Asguardian that cursed at her with the stench of venom on his lips.

scenes didn’t play out, but she was remembering, a shrill of hope sparkled inside her, as she recalled

die, then a dim light shone around her body. She flashed and caught an image of

moves faster than she could

into another vision, one more real than the next, (her mother sitting with Calub, helping him with his trick cards, she saw her little brother, his innocence to the world reflecting through her mind, his magician tricks in the lobby of the faculty always well

then saw the training room, with different sections, she recalled her mother telling her, “People can’t know.”

on guys, UNCLE,” She was ten, her hair was black and her eyes covered by an extremely long fringe, as she screamed from the bottom of the

touched her nose, “I’m out, Ella girl, enjoy.”

“Where’re your brothers?” Ten-year-old Clare rolled her eyes, “Calub’s in his moods, Nate’s pretending to be sick so he can see his girlfriend, and uncle’s out.”

the two front seats watching Caidrian drive,