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"Michael, the other suitors are arriving. You do not wish to be late." An Angel said to the First of The Fallen. Michael stood atop a cliff as he watched over the sanctuary he had built in the mountains. He wasn't trying to marry the Princess for power or love. Instead, it was to prevent another faction from gaining the alliance. [color=EEFF25]"Then ready my Legion."[color]. The Angel who had addressed Michael was Uriel. One of Michaels closest siblings. An Angel also from one of the highest spheres of heaven. "They await your order, Brother," Uriel responded. [color=EEFF25]"Good. Look after Ashaehina, Uriel. I fear a war is coming."[/color] 

Michael clenched his hand around a metal circle that appeared in his hand. It was intricate. Ornate. The weapon was a gate key. Created in the forges of Ashaehina, to allow the Legions to travel vast distances in an exceedingly short time. [color=EEFF25]"Legion of Fallen. Warriors of Ashaehina. Fly with me. We go now to secure the Alliance."[/color] With that, the celestial threw the disk like a frisbee. It flew about twenty-five metres before it tilted up and started hovering. The flat side of the disk facing Michael. It started to glow as nearly three hundred lower angels walked up behind Michael. There were a few higher angels amongst them to work as field commanders, but the vast majority were lower angels. [color=EEFF25]"Twelve Angels will join me. The rest, wait half an hour, then create your own gate. Wait outside the city limits. Set up camp. Stay close, but do not interfere. Set up a pylon so we may send messages back to Ashaehina."[/color] With his orders spoken, he extended his wings. Large white feathered wings. The twelve lower angels that were at the front of the crowd also extended their wings. All white feathered. Michael lept of the cliff and spread his wings. Catching a gust of wind that carried him, and the Angels that followed him through the gate.

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At the Princess's castle, a circle of energy appeared above the castle entrance and thirteen winged figures emerged. The leading figure, clad in golden armour, while the other twelve were clad in silver armour. The figures circled the courtyard a bit, before figure clad in gold, and two of the ones in silver glided down to land at the door. With the ten remaining figures still circling the courtyard from above. The three on the ground folded away their wings. The figure in golden armour was Michael. He strode forward to politely interject in the conversation between who appeared to be the Princess, a Guard, and a suitor. The two lower angels hung back so as not to interrupt. 
Michael knelt down, next to where Desmond was standing. [color=EEFF25]"Your Majesty."[/color] He said as he bowed his head. [color=EEFF25]"Sorry to intrude, on your introductions to this..."[/color] He looked sideways to the human who could barely talk. He made a mental note to send a lower angel to gather information on this man. He assumed he must be a suitor because he was so nervous, but not one he should worry about just yet. He didn't appear to be from one of the other major factions. [color=EEFF25]"Fellow guest."[/color] He said before turning back to the princess. [color=EEFF25]"I am Michael of Ashaehina."[/color] He gestured to the two angels standing a little distance back, then up at the ten circling the courtyard. [color=EEFF25]"And they are my personal guard."[/color] Michael stood up. [color=EEFF25]"The Angels of Ashaehina request an Alliance, and I was sent  o secure it."[/color] He raised his arms out to either side. [color=EEFF25]"I have nothing to hide. Your people may search my people for weapons, as a sign of trust. I come unarmed."[/color]