Celestial Worlds

Chapter Five

Angel Gabriel.

I thought she was dead. Well, not dead, but I've heard she disappeared. My heart is beating loudly in my ears after I've heard what the voice said. Bloody war...Secrets.... Secrets? I didn't know Angels have secrets. This is not the world I lived in. This isn't what I've heard and learned from the Angels around me. This is all a lie. My whole life as an Angel is a lie. I'm tempted to cry but I don't. Something white snags my attention. A paper. The only thing we could bring to Earth. I crouch down and pluck the cardboard like paper from the floor. It is shaped like a rectangle. There's nothing on or in it. The red light flashes. I'm holding it upside-down because I see writing in elegant script backwards. I turn it over and see a name, my name. The paper says: Victoria Royce. Victoria. A name I would've loved if I were to choose. A voice is speaking again.

"Ten...Nine...Eight...Seven...Six...Five...Four...Three...Two-One." As the voice stops, the walls of my cubicle separate in different directions and I'am in space. First I see a Beam then another and about six in total-The New Angels. The Beam points in different directions and I turn my head so I see where they lead. They lead to Earth.

I clutch the paper tightly to my chest.

I swim into the Beam.

And I shoot at the speed of light.

I wake up in a crater. The crater is about ten feet deep and twenty feet wide. And I must've created it. I stand up, my head pounding, and I try to jump to get out of the crater. I'm too short. I fall back to the crater and lay there. I notice that my dress has been splattered with dirt and grass, the same dress I wore when I went to the Grand Monarchy. My arms are in stable condition and they give off no evidence that I've been shooting out of space. Oh no.

Oh no. I'm on Earth.

I quickly sit up and examine my arms, my legs to see if they've changed. No, they're still short. But my golden hair has turned ebony. It's black. Pitch black as my eyes. My eyes. They must've changed colour too. I stand up and struggle to get out of the crater. I need to get out of here. Oh wait, the paper. I turn back and catch a glimpse of white; I run towards it and pick up the soil covered sheet. At least it wasn't ripped. But escaping this crater is useless.

"Hello?" A tiny voice asks, "Is anyone there?"

Despite the approaching voice, I still couldn't see her face because of the tall crater. Finally, she approaches and crouches down. "Oh dear," She gasps, "Come one I'll help you out." She reaches out to clutch my forearms and despite the fact that she's middle-aged, she hoists me up and I'm sitting on grass now. The sun shines bright and it's blazing hot.

"W-where am I?" I ask so quietly, she's straining to hear.

"Well, honey, you're in Florida." She answers, so unsure of herself.

Florida, I repeat in my mind. She makes a clicking sound with her tongue and says, "You know what you need? You need to clean up and eat some ice cream. You're sweating and you're awfully red."

I just nod because of the fact that she makes this ice cream sound good.

We walk toward a wooden house that has this spinning thing beside it. We enter it and it looks nothing like the houses we have in Angel Country, it's different-good different. It looks cosy and wooden and warm-not hot, but warm. They have these cooking things and these eating things and food. They have human things.

"You've made awful wreckage back there at the rice field," she says with sad eyes as she open the refrigerator, "My name's Deborah, but you can call me Debby." She pulls out a plastic container and motions me to sit down on their couch. I sit down and she hands me a spoon and the plastic container. It smokes from the cold. I open it and she says, "Have some ice cream, my son made them, he's not here, he's at work." I thrust the spoon and scoop out a chunk; it's the same colour as the wood, brown. "That's chocolate." I put some in my mouth and it's so cold. Well, I should've expected that but it shocks me. It so delicious. I moan. Debby laughs and says, "That good, huh?" I smile and nod enthusiastically. When she gave me that plastic container, it was already eaten one-fourth. It's done now.