Trudging through the thick forest was not the way Sazchiela wanted to spend her Saturday. Her boots had mud caked on them, after she’d fought so hard for this particular pair. The primate should have just given them to her and it would not have had to die.

Wings begged to unfurl and float her above the bug infested ground. The skies calling to her demandingly, but she had her orders to not cause a scene this time. Her mission was to come and retrieve him. But, not at any cost. Their exposure could lead to worldwide chaos.

Sazchiela had been warned before The Falling about her antics. She huffed inwardly as she pondered this event. She had still not gotten the revenge she deserved for being cast out so many millenia ago.

She stopped and looked up, finally seeing the forgotten Mayan ruin. A serpent dared to slither across her prized boots. Its body suddenly contorting into a ball of writhing pain.

No, not how she planned her day, but it was getting better. All that was left, was to find him.