A figure dropped lightly to the ground in the darkness. He knew that if he was caught, then he would be killed for treason. And that was the last thing he wanted. But he couldn't just stand by any longer and watch the humans die. It wasn't right. All his life he had thought that angels were supposed to help the humans. Not destroy them.

He was going to do whatever it took. He ended up in an area that was mostly destroyed. This seemed like a good place to start. Now he just had to find some humans that would listen to what he had to say. If it came to a fight, he wouldn't be fighting back. He wasn't going to hurt any of the humans.

He approached the village silently. It appeared to be half-burned down, but there were still people living there. He could sense them. His eyes glanced around. His gaze stopped on the humans up ahead. But once they seen him, the instantly charged towards him. He automatically raised his hands to show that he wasn't armed, even though he did have his sword. He wasn't going to draw it though.