Worthy (Complete)

Chapter 4

 Four of heaven's best warrior angels walked shoulder to shoulder through the golden, jewel-lined palace halls, each of their twelve-foot forms covered in white and blue battle armor. Necklim, second in charge only to the Commander, had his white feathery wings tucked up behind him. Thick, rich blonde hair crowned his head and gracefully flowed down over his broad shoulders. His perfectly formed muscles were covered by taut, ivory skin and his normal, sky blue eyes, shone golden with anticipation. The sword at his side gently swayed back and forth with every determined step.

Denab walked next to Necklim. His wavy brown hair came to a rounded end just past his ears. His skin, though milky, didn't hold the same pure as snow sheen as Necklim's did. In his left hand he proudly carried his royal blue shield, the companion to the sword that hung from his right hip. Green eyes that normally peeked out through strains of hair, matched the golden blaze of his comrades.

Nolan and Sarta mirrored Necklim and Denab in their strength, but their sun-kissed skin stood in great contrast to their fellow angels'. Nolan flicked the tips of his wings impatiently as he strode in unison with the others. His long black hair had a constant shine and fell neatly against his face, highlighting his rugged and focused features. Dark eyes that matched the depths of the ocean, blazed like the embers of a hot burning fire. His mighty hand rested on top of the handle of his sword.

Sarta completed the line, walking next to the other wall. Straight, dark, brown hair rested just above his shoulders. His hazel eyes went golden as they approached the Throne Room's door and the grip around his sword's handle tightened in expectancy of their coming orders.

Necklim held open the large silver door and waited for his friends to enter before walking through himself. The praise of the angels before the Throne lifted their spirits and drew them closer to their Creator. They quickly closed the distance between Him and the door and briefly stood before lowering their heads and bowing down on a bended knee before Him.

"Nolan, I have a special mission for you. The others will wait here for your return."

Nolan stepped forward, "Yes, Lord. I am here and ready."

Nolan received his orders and disappeared.

"How your impending battle will be fought depends on the decision tonight of one lost soul. Either way, we will be ready." The Commander's words brought encouragement to the remaining three Warriors. They nodded their heads in agreement and waited patiently for their fellow angel to return.

Katelyn stood next to the window in the bedroom of her recently rented apartment in the city, a pair of shorts in her hand. The constant noise had taken her several days to get used to, but now all the different sounds played out like a city-wide orchestra – music to her ears.

"I wonder how long it'll take me to get used to crickets again once I get back to the country." The plans she'd made with Trevor to find a house out near her Aunt Cara's hadn't changed. But now wasn't the time.

She stuffed the shorts into her suitcase, zipped it shut, and placed it at the foot of her bed. "Hawaii, I'll be seeing your beautiful self in a few short days."

The clock chimed the hour and she realized she hadn't eaten yet so she made her way to the kitchen, walking past the unseen spirit with a wide smile on its face, so wide that it pulled its thin cracked lips over tiny, sharp, yellow teeth.

"This will be fun," it hissed, as it rubbed its bony fingers together.

She pulled a box from the cupboard whistling a happy tune as she set a pot full of water on the stove, unaware of the coming attack on her emotions. Within a few minutes her melodious mood had been hijacked, replaced by a deep sadness. Pain seized her heart, tightening its grip with every replayed word her mother and father had spoken over the last couple weeks.