'But how are we going to fight evil? We're just teenagers,' said Lana from the other side of the group.
'You might be teenagers, Lana, but you are all exceptional teenagers. One of your parents was very special, indeed. One of your parents was an angel.'
Pausing for a moment as gasps flooded through the small group while they all looked around at each other in shock, Eleanor continued, 'You are what we fondly call the Watchers.'
'The Watchers,' everyone whispered.
'Yes, that's right. It's a kind of nickname we use for all those who have an angel as a parent. All those like you.'
'Do you know our parents? Do you know where they are?' asked Emma.
Turning to look at her, Eleanor smiled sadly. 'Your parents no longer walk among us. The angels were here for a brief time and then they had
