Messenger of God

Chapter Two.

Amara felt as though she was losing her mind. She had to get out of here, but the place was so heavily guarded it was nearly impossible. There was no way they were this uptight 24/7. A male guard eyed her heavily as she got closer, and she rolled her eyes as she passed.

How could she ever begin to come up with an escape when they’re (not very subtly) watching her every move. Not to discount the whole, catching on fire thing, but she really didn’t understand the third degree. Eyes following wherever she went. Just two days ago she was just a trainee who for some reason Father Watson had taken a special interest in. Mutters followed her form, and her irritation festered under her skin like thousands of ants. Now she was the chick who had literally murdered the enemy (She shivered) with a festering blue flame that formed in her hands like something from a movie. She sighed, and turned her way into the archive, hoping for some information on.. Whatever was happening to her. 

As she entered, she took in the library. It was boundless, a beautiful story tale of books dated centuries old. The somewhat stale smell of old books lingered, and she took a moment to breathe it in. It was comforting in a sense. Better here than out there. A couple angels quietly were reading and researching and didn’t even glance up as she walked in. She sighed in relief as she quietly greeted the librarian and slipped into the rows of literature. They towered, tall over her head reminding her of the city skyscrapers she and her family had lived in when they were younger. She can still imagine walking the streets and glancing up and that feeling of vertigo, almost as if they were falling inwards instead of up. She ran slender fingers over the leather-bound books, some bigger than the entire length of her hand. She marveled. Some were bigger than the huge book in the informational archive that the Captain had shown her her first day here as she lugged it with ease. 

The thought of the Captain brought a weird feeling to her. The taller woman was certainly headstrong. Amara knew if she were to make a break for it right now, if the rest of the angels didn’t capture her, the Captain surely would. Amara can’t say she would have all minded. She shook her head, ridding herself of her wandering thoughts as she began plucking books off the shelf and balancing them in her hand. Making her way out of the rows and towards the tables that neatly littered the room, she struggled to find equilibrium and just as she found it and took a step, someone came rushing down and crashed into her, sending her quite literally sprawled on the ground. Groans emerged from both parties and the other inhabitants of the room immediately let out loud shushing sounds. Amara rolled her eyes, and turned to the person who had stood and was currently rambling. Oh. They were talking. 

Shaved head, golden eyes, dark skin. A mole was on their right upper lip and a ton of rings adorned their ears. From sterling to gold. A similar piercing on their nose that had a chain connected to one of the ear piercings. A pair of thin golden Harry Potter- esque glasses balanced low on their nose. 

“I’m so very sorry! I just wasn’t looking where I was going and I was in a hurry and-!”

“Whoa- It’s not that big a deal dude. I’m fine, you’re fine. It’s all fine.” Amara moved to grab the fallen books and the mysterious stranger let out a squeak, immediately scrambling to pick up as many as they could.

Amara chuckled at the nervous personage as the person stood with her and balanced on one arm easily and used the other hand to push up their gold rimmed glasses. “I can carry these over for you, where are you sitting?” 

Amara was about to protest but they looked desperate so she sighed and acquiesced and turned to point at a semi secluded table across the room. The two quietly made their way over, and the books hit the wooden engraved table with a small plunk. Amara took a seat with a sigh.