Abigail and the Angels

Chapter Fourteen

Abigail felt nothing. Her fears were gone, her thoughts were nothing. All around her was nothingness.

“What’s going on here?” she thought. But instead of a thought, it came out as loud words resounding in her ears. Except, she didn’t have any ears. She had nothing. She was nothing.

“Where am I? What am I?”

“You are by the portal to the realm of Magnia, my child,” came a mysterious, feminine voice.

“Who are you?” she called out.  The voice let out a light chuckle that sounded like bells.

“Let me help you,” the voice said softly. All around her, the nothingness began to form until soon, Abigail was inside a small dazzling grotto, filled with wisps and glittering balls of light. The ceiling was decorated with stalactite protruding in many different colours and the floor she now stood on was just soft, green grass littered with wild-flowers. She looked around and saw a small, sparkling pond, as well as a large, blue hole at the back of the grotto. She stepped towards it, it’s warm glow inviting her to jump through to calmness. She felt compelled to, but her body would not allow it.

“Why can’t I go through here?” she asked.

“Because, my child. I believe Ayumu told you before, when a human like yourself dies, your conscious and your spirit become one. You have died, but the two are not joined,” said the voice.

“I’m dead?” Abigail asked quietly. A woman appeared in front of her. She had long, white hair, skin like coffee and eyes that shone bright white. She wore no clothes as her long hair shielded her body and flowed down past her waist evenly.

“Indeed, my child. I would allow you to go through, however the way in which you died was not as you were meant to. I do not wish to tell you that the gods and goddesses are what control you, because certainly humans are masters of their own fates, however I do not feel it right to have you enter Magnia so soon. As well as that, your spirit and conscious are not yet one because of the imbalance in your death,” She explained. Abigail sat on the grass. It felt to her like a soft mattress to sleep on.

“How did I die?” she asked.

“I will show you, not for the sake of your death, but for the sake of seeing the true nature of your father and friends,” she said, moving her hands up. Just like in the Dream Realm, a tear appeared in the space she sat and she saw the moments leading up to her death. She was holding Chase’s hand, about to tell him three of the quickest, simplest words. She took a breath to say them, but as she did so, his eyes grew wide. Now watching the events, Abigail realised it was because there was one stray unicorn who’d managed to catch up to them. The dazzling beast was running head-on into them, specifically, she saw, to the King. Before she knew it, the King had pulled her body in front of his own and his hands rested on her shoulders. On re-watching the events, it happened very quickly. Chase let out a scream and the unicorn, whose horn was still impaling her, growled softly. It jerked back with such force that its’ horn was immediately pulled out of Abigail’s chest. It grunted and ran back the way it came, leaving blood dripping of its’ horn. The events that followed, as Abigail was to discover, were a true reflection of her father and friends’ true natures.  After Chase screamed, he vomited blood (as having no stomach makes vomiting anything else difficult, Abigail thought.) and proceeded to faint. Charlie held him tightly as the rest of the angels got up to surround her father. He was trembling and upon seeing their leering faces come closer, he dropped the limp body of his offspring, backing away slowly.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Audra said, suddenly appearing behind him.

“I-I don’t…,” he started. but before he could do anything, Jasmine launched herself at him.