If you haven’t yet. Read Ark Angel Part One.
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Cranathia placed her hand on my wrist, the feeling of pins and needles starting to form, smiling at my surprise and discomfort, she explained,
“You Humans, always looking for a complex explanation in some shape or form when the answer is right in front of you. ‘Pins and needles’ has nothing to do with blood flow, it’s the lingering or current touch of your Angel protecting you. Many Human religions mentions Angels as messengers from God, when in fact we were messengers from our own race, only to be misinterpreted as the stories were retold. UFO’s and Ghosts - also us, seen as glimpses which you assume to be ‘Alien ships’ or your deceased, whereas they are just mere moments when we happened to have been seen.
I realise this is a lot to take in Kyle, but we do not have much time. This place is unknown to The Fallen, but the secrecy will not hold for much longer.” She paused, allowing me to think.
“Why are The Fallen after me? How will I know what they look like? What do I do?” I blurted out in a panic, my body tensing, eyes darting as I struggled to search the dim pale moonlit landscape around us.
“The Fallen have been awaiting this moment for years, long before the day you were born Kyle, before your parents had even met, you and the events surrounding your life, both past and future were foreseen several centuries ago, you are not the only one, the first, nor the last.” Her eyes gazing into mine hypnotically as images flooded my mind again.
A girl talking to another Ark Angel her face taut, revealing no emotion as the Ark Angel no doubt was telling her what Cranathia was telling me. “Her name is Amanda, She like you, is an ‘Astreston’, able to see the Ark Angels, able to help us rid the world of The Fallen, to help us fulfill the prophecy.” She stopped, breaking the mental connection, my arm still prickling where her hand had been touching me.
“Why are The Fallen so bad, why must they be stopped?” I asked, uncertain if I wanted to know the answer.
“The Fallen will never be accepted back into The Realm, they are now just humans with the skills and abilities of The Ark Angels, they want to destroy the Realm, and can only do so one way.”
“Through the Astreston.” I interrupted, my thoughts now racing, as the severity of the situation clicked in my mind.
“Yes. That includes you,” She confirmed bluntly.
“The Fallen are after you, and her.”
-Roaring Fox Stories
I’m numb. I sit here at my desk, writing in an attempt to clear my head, in preparation for the long journey ahead, sleep will not come easy….
They say life is predetermined… well it’s contested, some like to think otherwise..
I was once the same.
After all my troubles, lost loves, and heartbreaks, I no longer want to be responsible for the hardships that have crossed my path.
I want to be free of the guilt.
I approach my bed, my sanctuary, I want to sleep even earlier tonight, but sleep will not come easy…
The shadows that fill up the corners await for the sun to set, ready to plague my night, pushing sleep out of reach for fear of the unknown.
My eyes droop, yet my anxiety peaks I struggle for peace, for rest. Tossing and turning, restlessly, I am unable to fight the shadows which now linger above me, filling my room. Light is now the minority, slowly fading away, there is no hope for me now, there is no turning back.
I feebly try to think positively, try to pull my sheets closer around me; a mock shield for the deadly enemy.
My thoughts are penetrated, streams of blackness pour in, invading every ounce of conscious thought, my mind is no longer free, and the emotions that fall with it, suppressed, held against my will.
I have become nothing, but a raging inconsolable stranger to those whom I love, and love me, what’s left of them.
My eyes can no longer fight it, giving up by closing my eyelids, to let in what final madness can be established within the last place of hope.
No longer can I escape the reality that is my own, no longer can I look forward to dreaming; leaving behind my troubles and fears, no longer can I visit my hopes and aspirations, of which will one day could have been.
They will never be fulfilled, destiny has already chosen my fate, for now I relax, the now addictive darkness overriding my fears, pushing me further into my inescapable nightmares.
My new reality.