Tranquilo in way to avenged sheets of that bed rested, that total revirada, disclosed without words what it will have occurred there in the previous night, between Joana and the knight of Metatron, the warrior Landmarks. While it was dressed, Joana looked at intently for the loving armor of its. In it, it had the symbols of the warriors, which the promise always to fight against the malignant forces, leaving of side all the remaining portion. They had slept together, as well as it she made several and some times during the centuries, and probably during the remaining portion of the eternity, but that for that man she was special, as much how much its first time with the Amadeu angel, but that as well as in that one in case that she had its stolen, bewitched for Lucifer and gained son immortality, the consequncias of this in case that they would be tragic. The warrior corresponded to the feeling of Joana, but as well as it still bigger wise person who in the way of a so fierce war, loves alone would bring risks and losses of the ones that the one that all faced the days for the simple choice to follow the way of the light. They were confused, therefore they were loved, however, a wild love, enters the witch of luxury and the knight of Metatron, two warriors of the good, but that they had distinct methods.

It, always following the correct and virtuous form to make the things, without never disobeying the orders of its superiors, and it, the disillusioned warrior, who loses everything. Joana did not have ideal more nor faith, only had same it, but it fought for people who suffered, passing over everything and of all to fulfill this paper. It was the day of so waited mission of rescue of the boy illuminated for the fire of knowing, capable to know of the past, to feel facts gifts and to foresee the future.