WITH HELD

Who Called The Cops?

"i go..ing!.." Reef nodded his small head. He missed the big house, the garden that was kind to him, the tall white shadows called servants (They were his friends) They would bend down, listen to him. Some would place him on a table, stand back and wait for him to talk. He didn't know a lot of words, he mostly waved his arms around. He always tried to be like Benton, but that was hard.  

Servants were intriguing people. They lived under the iron-fist of Clark, followed Benton's every word. Feared Ethan more than anything.    But, they were a silent group. Very watching of all things.

Reef. Was like a bright candle. He beamed at them like heaven, he was proof of an existence in the sky. Reef felt care, safety. He felt his small voice drift into them (And it stayed within) The servants loved to watch all three children, but Reef just held a special place, no one could quiet put their finger on it. Even Benton felt a pull (He'd denied it, but it was there) Clark would get a twinkle in her eye, she saw it too.

Reef was a protector to spirits. He was an angel after all.

"...nooo! stay. nooo! bad! st..ay.."      Leader fisted his small hands up. He'd had the "run-away" idea first. Not Reef.  He'd quite happily put it into action, he'd even put a small bottle aside, crusts of bread. A piece of apple.    But, the whispers from the garden beds spoke of something that liked the looks of Reed and himself.     Hissing words, sentences of odd meanings sent icy chilled sensations down his back.

They both would go far, but may be grabbed.    Fingers of vines, dirt that wasn't solid, shadows of unreal things - Would snatch and keep them! Leader stood before his friend, saw his pink face (The small tears, just to corners of his eyes) The boy had been through a lot. He had too, all three of them had (And only him and Reef were tall enough to see what was on a table top, without having to use the kitchen chair) Leader chewed his lower lip.

"stay. here. safe.." Leader looked over to the shed window, the Black Garden was outside and so close to the four walls of their haven of a shed.  Reef wouldn't stand a chance, if he made a run for it.  Leader grabbed his friend's arm..."come..."    He then came his friend a gent push to a pile of garden sacks.     Reef groaned, cried.

"leeeaader!.."     Reef put his small hands up to his face, rubbed his nose on his sleeve - Glared at his friend.    Leader frowned back, but stood close to Reef. Reef was his only friend other than Pixie.    He needed Reef to understand, outside meant things beyond what they could handle alone.    If a flower bite Reef, Leader wouldn't know how to save him.   He'd fight of course, hit out like a wild creature.

But.

Save Reef, not let the whatever get him - That horror was bigger than both of them.

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"Holy One? Are you free? May I speak with you? The angel stood still, looked directly ahead. But his eyes were lowered a little. The Holy One was never to be looked at directly, it just wasn't done. Honour looked up then over, gestured a "yes" the white glow may speak. Angels always tried not disturb the great one too much, it wasn't wise.        But, every so often, questions came up, information was sort. The Holy One had to communicate to those around. It came as part of the "job" description. The angels within the sky above alway tried to keep it to a minimum - Only the most urgent or only what The Holy One was allowed to handle.

THE HOLY ONE.

Honour was many things all combined into a form of sorts.      Honour was neither male or female, held the highest power of all the heavens above. One could call the presence of Honour as.....?