(chapter two. don't you all feel special now? I'll get more into the plot in a couple of chapters. Or even the next one if I play my cards right. isn't background information fun? thought so too.)

Years passed and Senna grew into a fine young girl. She had full use of her wings now and was able to conjure simple spells as most dragonets could of her age. She grew up with Nimora's old clan that resided on the outside of Heaven's gates in mountains that were specifically made for her kind. Senna hadn't shown any dark tendencies as Nimora and Namor, the leader of the Dragons of Heaven, hoped. But Nimora had a sinking suspicion that somewhere, deep within her daughter, her darkness was growing as much as the light.

It seemed balanced. . . for now anyway.

Senna herself was dealing with some problems she refused to voice to her mother, the elders, or even Namor. There were voices inside her head. They claimed to be demons, and when she tried to shape-shift, they came out. She couldn't fight them off, and to befriend them was out of the question since it went against everything she was being taught. So she just stayed in her natural form and didn't shape-shift unless there was dire need. She just hoped this little problem went away eventually.

"Senna," Nimora called. She stood on the overhanging cliff that rested above the entrance to the cavern they and the clan called home. "Come here."

Senna obeyed, climbing up the wall with ease, and stood next to the Dragon. She was almost her full grown height, as were most of her age. Her wings were much larger then her body, by at least two body lengths, but she could control their size so they didn't get in the way. Her hair was now a little pass her shoulders and was tied up in a pony tail. She wore robes of an Angel, since they were the only clothes available. They were purple, because white was reserved for the Angel's themselves and she was lucky enough to receive robes at all. Her eyes were still a pale golden compared to her mother's true golden, but that never bothered her. Her ears still stuck out from the top of her head, and still twitched with every sound. Her tail was just as long as her body, if not a little more and was truly a whip when needed. She looked at her mother expectantly, waiting for the reason she had come up here.

"Come. It is time to visit your father in the mortal plane."

"Why," Senna asked. "Isn't it forbidden for us to go anywhere but here? You said. . ."

"I know what I told you," Nimora said. "That the mortal plane and Hell are forbidden territory for you. But we have Namor's permission and so we do not break any rules. Now come. I fear the darkness will take over your soul if you don't train it and control it."

Nimora leapt off the cliff, spreading her graceful feathered wings and soaring into the bright pink sky. The sun was a shifting mass of blue, violet, and gold overhead and wispy teal hued clouds floated in the sky. Senna spread her own wings and flew after Nimora, wondering why now was she going to the mortal plane and never before. Her mother's explanation was quick, as if they didn't have much time. Knowing Namor, however, they didn't.

The barrier in-between Heaven and the mortal plane was a dense cloud of gray and black. Nimora plunged right through it as Senna hesitated before testing to see if the barrier would let her pass. The first time she tried, she ran into what felt like a cliff side, so she never tried again. But this time, the barrier, to her relief, let her pass into the mortal skies.

"This place is dull," she noted. The sky was a bright blue and a golden sun reigned overhead. Puffy white clouds floated lazily around them as plains of green, brown, and violet passed below them. Not like the brilliant colors that always surrounded her.

"This is beauty without color," Nimora explained. "You have to look for it, because unlike home, it's not given to you."

Senna nodded in understanding, it made sense.

They landed a little ways into the mortal plane, a patch that was full of green and colors of all different hues. Senna felt more confrontable being around the colors instead of pure green.

Kaggren stood before them, long navy blue hair tied back behind him. Two large black feathered wings hung loosely on his back while cold blue caterine eyes watched Nimora and Senna land. He was dressed in all black, with red patches of cloth tied to his upper arm. He had a red-orange gem in the middle of his forehead, as most of the Fallen had. Those from heaven had a deep forest green, but since he was a traitor, it changed to its present color. He folded his arms, sizing up his daughter. She had grown a lot since he saw her the last time back when she was born, and she still looked like she had a lot to learn. He could also tell by the look in Nimora's eye that she didn't like this situation at all, but knew it couldn't be avoided. He didn't want the wrath of the Millennium Dragon on his hands at the moment, so he just waited for her to initiate the conversation before he allowed himself to put in his two cents.

"You know of her dark powers," Nimora began. "And I trust no one else, and I don't really trust you either, but I need her to learn how to use the other half of her powers."

"I understand," Kaggren nodded.

"But be warned, if you try to turn her on me, or my kind, I swear that I will slaughter you where you stand when I find you,"

Kaggren winced. He was at the wrong end of her claws in the war, and it wasn't a fun experience. It was a lucky chance that he caught her in Flight, although he was beginning to regret a child was the consequence. But there was nothing he could do about it now but train his daughter in her other powers. She seemed to be a quick study, so that was a plus.

"I will do no such thing," he said reassuringly.

"See to it that you don't," Nimora growled, turning away. She turned back, and looked at

Senna with more forgiving eyes. "Don't be too much of a hassle and come back soon. The barrier will let you in." With that, she leapt off the ground, soaring into the mid afternoon sky.

"We should be off," Kaggren said, turning toward the west. "The barrier to your temporary home won't be open forever. If mortals accidentally fall in, they're trapped and it gives us all grief."

Senna nodded, and followed him, unsure of her future at the moment. She didn't like the fact that this would be the first time she had ever been away from another Dragon, as well as being away from the safety of the cave and clan. These were dangerous times, warring among the two planes made it dangerous to be traveling to one or another. For a few years, peace had finally settled, but with mortals being their stupid selves, a war was now being fought over their souls. That could soon escalate into a full blown battle soon enough, or at least that was what Namor was saying.

He led her to a dark hole, with steps leading to only where God and Kaggren knew. Senna followed him hesitantly, trying to keep her fear from getting in her way of her mother's orders to do what her father told her.

"Don't dawdle," Kaggren warned. "It will leave you in that spot where you stand until someone opens the portal again, and I can't promise they will be all that nice to one from Heaven."

Senna picked up the pace, not wanting to find out exactly what would do her such harm. He led her down a spiraling staircase that eventually led to a throne room, with large windows facing the pits of screaming souls, fire rising out of various places, and things with names long forgotten by Heaven and mortals. Senna just stared out them, shaking. She had never witnessed such torture before, such sounds of those being tormented, the presence of black fire burning through the barren planes.

The room itself was huge. It consisted of the spiral staircase that both of them had descended on and a spacious area before her. Two grand windows, rising to the at least 30ft ceiling and had their equally as long crimson drapes pulled to the side, showed the souls of mortals being tormented in Hell's Fire and by creatures she had never heard of. The walls were cold gray stone as was the floor. The floor, however, had a wine colored run that went from a throne area, which lie 50ft away, to a wooden door that was behind her.

The throne chair itself was a plain looking wooden chair with a violet cushion place on top. It was elevated by two levels from the ground floor and set up against the far wall, giving the being who sat there a full view of the room and its entirety.

"This is Hell," she murmured. "The place I should never go. . ."

"Don't be foolish," Kaggren yawned. "It is half of who you are."

The voices in Senna's head started laughing, some screaming of what they had gone through here, of names of those she had never heard of. It was all too much, she clutched her head, fell to her knees and started screaming.

Kaggren sighed, and plopped down on the throne. He was the leader of the Shadow Angels, once of Heaven, now of Hell. He had been here since the Fall, had fought in the Millennium Wars, and had fought in the Revolt. Now, he had nothing to do but train his daughter, which he thought a noble task. Namoki had mentioned something about an Angel of Oblivion, and was sure Senna would be that Angel. He had a feeling that she was to be something great, but first she had to get there.

"Oh come now," he said in a more kinder tone. Might as well try that. Nimora did say she had never been out of Heaven before. That made since sense they didn't like to go out of their home unless dire need. "It'll get better. You get used to it. They are getting what they were told, and they didn't heed the warnings."

She still didn't stop, she couldn't. The voices. . .kept going. Kept talking. Kept screaming. It was driving her mad.

"Master!" a voice yelled from the door that Senna hadn't noticed before. The voices quelled their relentless shouting, screaming, crying, to listen to who or what was at that door.

"It's okay Hanna," Kaggren said.

"Master," Hanna said, opening the door. "Forgive me, but I heard screaming and thought something was wrong."

"It's okay Hanna," Kaggren said again. "It was Senna, she's never been outside of Heaven."

"So this is your daughter," the creature said excitedly. "My, she resembles you!"

Hanna stood about the size of Kaggren on two hoofed feet. A loin's tail kept the balance and swayed from side to side. Two dragon's claws made up the forelegs and were set in place like a veloceraptor's, bending at the elbow and close to the chest. Wings of black feathers were folded tightly and off-set the heavy front side of the beast, and the unicorn like head nodded in attempt to keep the balance in check. A spiral horn of silver rose from its forehead and stringy wiry mane made its way in a tangled mess down its neck.

It was a creature of genetic manipulation, one with the stamina of a Dragon and grace of a Unicorn, how they managed to put that summary together Senna didn't know. That's what Namor called the Dracorns, but this looked ugly and barely able to stand. But looks could be deceiving, or so she had been told.

Kaggren smiled at the compliment. "Go back to your post. It wouldn't do to have an attack and us not know about it with her here."

Hanna bowed, and left them to go back on her look out.

"You'll get used to it all," Kaggren reassured her. "Eventually."