{Diana}
Diana hated this part. The arrival. The wide-eyed stares of the villagers. The hope in their faces.
Hope she might have to crush later.
"Angels! Look, angels are here!"
A crowd formed as Diana and the others touched down in Oakridge's central square. Children pointed and gasped. Adults whispered prayers of thanks. An older man with a white beard and fine clothes, probably the village elder, stepped forward.
"Blessed be the divine! We prayed for salvation, and Eternia has answered!"
Diana kept her face neutral as Mara stepped forward to meet him.
"I am Sister Mara of the Compassion Order. We've come to help Oakridge with its... problem."
The elder's smile faltered.
"Then you know about the disappearances?"
"We do," Mara said. "Can you tell us more?"
