Farid had heard of angels before. At night, when he had done a good job for the thieves he worked for, he would hear about them from one of the men. They were supposed to be beautiful creatures, with a laugh that dazzled your ears and made you follow them, even to your death.

She was beautiful when she laughed. Her blue eyes would grow bright and he hair would thrust forward when she let out that most beautiful sound.

Angels gave comfort to the weak. To those who felt like they could not go on. Especially from grief. Farid never understood how death could be so terrible.

She held him in her arms the night Dustfinger died. With him gone, there was only one person he could turn to.

In the end, angels were fragile creatures. They too, needed comfort.

Farid held her in her arms as she silently cried, "It's okay. I'm here for you, Meggie. My angel..."

Once, Farid never thought he could believe in angels.

Now, he did.

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