Dunst Till Dawn

The Quest for The Last Book of King Solomon

A great gale blew from the east. She fought against it, refusing to let it blow her back. She raised her right hand up to her eyes to block out the wind enough so that she could at least see, and therefore could continue forward. Walking against the wind, she continued on. Her shoulder-length light brown hair and the blueish-green shirt that she was wearing, blowing behind her. Furiously flapping like a flag in a storm. 

From the east, the direction from where the warm wind was originating, a golden light suddenly appeared. A light looking almost like a cumulus cloud. It was no ordinary light though. It burned as if it were fire. 

From the midst of that light, came four four-headed living beings. They were mostly humanoid, except for their legs and feet, which were like that of a calf. Long and straight. With hoofs. Hoofs that shined like bronze that had just been polished. Their whole bodies glowed in fact. Just as hers did when she was in her angelic form. Like a coal freshly pulled from a fire.  

All of the heads that were facing her of the beings, were like that of a man. But the heads that were facing to the right, were all like that of a lion. And the heads facing to the left, were all like that of an ox. And the heads that were looking behind the beings, were all like that of an eagle.

Each of the cherubim, (as Dawn knew the four headed creatures were called), also had four wings. Two of which they used to cover themselves. While the other two they used to fly around. 

Try as she might, she couldn't keep up with them. They were too fast. They darted around her like lightning. But though she couldn't see them, she could hear them flying above her. Their furiously flapping wings sounding like thunder.

They moved in what seemed to her, to be a very unnatural way. Never once turning. They were always facing forward. Like a badly illustrated flash game. Though forward was subjective, for from their point of view, all the directions were equally forward. 

Beside each of them was a strange wheel-like thing, that looked like a wheel inside of another wheel. The wheel-like things were the color of yellow topaz. And they were covered in millions of eyes. Allowing them to look in all directions at once. 

Dawn wondered whether these wheels were part of the Cherubim, or if they too were living beings? Or if they perhaps, were just tools that the Cherubim used? 

"What do you want from me?" Dawn asked the cherubim. Which was easier said than done, being that her instinctual response was to be frozen in fear. "What are you trying to tell me?" 

They all simply pointed behind her. All at once, in unison, they all boomed in a frightful thunderous voice, "You must find The Last Book of King Solomon." 

Dawn turned around to see a picturesque landscape behind her. Although she had only seen one picture of The Vatican once before, that picture looked exactly like what she was seeing before her. 

There was an off-white bridge with four arches, and a pristine blue lake flowing beneath it. The Vatican sat beyond that bridge. It was the same off-white ornate color that the bridge was. It looked like a cross between the capital building and the Tajmahal. And it was framed by the rest of the skyline of Vatican City. It was all very pretty. 

The picture had obviously been chosen particularly for her. She knew that. Not just because it made sense, but because she knew it. Like how you know you know a thing in a dream, though you have no reason to know it. But yet somehow you know it. And you know that you know it.

"There's someone here to see you." She heard a female voice say. It didn't boom like that of the angels. It was much sweeter and gentler. She recognized it somehow.