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"500 AD. That was when the last known sighting of the Angels who appeared to Humanity." Raphael lectured his most faithful of angels. "They became unworthy of our love and guidance." He stops and heard a voice that he had not heard for a long time. 

But he wasn't the only one who heard. Raphael turned gracefully to his most treasured and youngest angel. "Varia my child. Hail my brother Gabriel." He talked about him so often with a sadness, where his loss left a big hole in his heavy heart.

The golden brown haired angel looked up at her teacher, her mentor and friend who had helped create her in his own image - hope that would spread to all during this time of war. 

Varia stood up straight and at the attention of her elder. Others knew Raphael would try to communicate or send a messenger to Gabriel. That was easily predicted by those who did not want this war to end. And then before he could do anything, Angel's burst into their chambers brandishing weapons. 

"Varia go!" She did as she was told and ran from the warriors. She turned back to see Raphael captured and unable to contact the Lion. "NO!" She yelled back, Raphael shook his head. He telepathically told her to find Gabriel. [i]'Gabriel is our only chance now. This war has gone too far.'[/i]

[i]'But what of you?'[/i] She pleaded back as the warriors gained on her, she threw a force field out toward them in defense. 

[i]'Survive!'[/i] Raphael cast a hand out to her and a swirling light encased her being. When the warrior's pounced uponher, she had disappeared...

Azazel, of long white hair, burst in growling - Michael's Right Hand. "Find Varia. NOW!" He ordered his legion. 

And therein began the Songstress of Hope's descent onto the Earth...