Flames of Black

I just wanted to say. 

The day Caller was revived he had a break down seeing the new world, as it was not his own anymore. The Vanguard told him to talk to a new Warlock by the name of Ashes Ashley Ash and teach her to use these new powers. Warlocks make great teachers but not Caller, with his black helm and shotgun on his back he hoped he didn’t scare her off. 

He knew the Fallen better than others of his own race but he’d never met the House of Exile. Sure he’d met a few other Fallen from other houses but his arm bond said House of the Light to them not ‘House of please don’t kill me I only came here to learn more’ Making his way up the hill he saw Fallen. Ah yes! Those where Exile colors! He’d only really talked to the House of Devils and House of Winter but they can’t be any different, right? Or maybe that thinking will get him killed. 

I’m back and I made some changes to Caller as well. I also will try not to just leave like that again. Life has been really shitty these past few months. If you want to know what’s going on with my life I’ll put it below the cut. 

Anyway! I’m active now just thought I’d let you know! 

“Ah.  Well I’m not sure where you’d find that.  Maybe there’s some remains of sparrows people have crashed before - I know a friend that’s crashed at least one of hers - or some old vehicles that have the same components.  Good luck.”

She looked around a bit nervously.  If she took any longer her friends may think she was not coming - or worse they could come looking for her.  She wanted to give the other Warlock the slip…but she had no idea how.

Caller clenched his fists. She was making him nervous about her staying here. “It was good meeting you, miss,” He tried to say with a smile. Not that she could see his face but it would say it in his voice. “But I’d like to be alone.” He was too close to where his friends were to lead her away. He didn’t want to be rude and kill her.