I spent the next few days thinking about the war with the Angels. Like where would this take place? It couldn't take place in my backyard. I mean come on really? It's not even close to big enough for a war. We would all be so crushed together we'd kill one of our own just by drawing our sword. It was a ridiculous idea. So I decided to go and look for a large open space.
"Dad!" I called. He got over to me in the blink of an eye.
"Yes?" He asked, sitting beside me.
"We need to move. We can't stay here. If Uriel comes there is nowhere for us to battle. And even if we did it here, the town and people would be obliterated. I'm not willing to risk that." I told him, shaking my head.
"Well, there is some land on the far edge of town. An old abandoned mansion from the Victorian era sits on
