Angels in Disguise

I- Margaret

I shake my head, rubbing my eyes to clear the grogginess that fogged my brain. The bed I'm lying on is as soft as down. Sitting up, I look around the room and see Isla on a bed opposite mine.

"Isla. Isla," I call out, shoving the blankets off my body.

She lifts her head, blinking rapidly, as if to see clearer.

"Margaret? Where are we?" she asks, sitting up.

I hop out of bed, walking over to her, and answering. "No idea. Do you think we're in the Realm of Infinite Heart?"

"I would hope so! Do you remember much about, you know... The crash," she says, whispering the last two words.

I shake my head. "Nothing more than great noise, sirens, and numb pain."

She nods in agreement. "Sounds about same with me."

I open my mouth to say something more when a loud knock sounded on the ornately decorated door to our room. I walk over to open it, as Isla is still sitting in her bed. I open the door to reveal a slightly glowing figure with huge, white, feathered wings and short sandy blond hair.

"The High Angel requests you for your ceremony," the person - I suppose angel - said.

"So we are in the Realm of Infinite Heart!" I exclaim, a large smile breaking onto my face. The angel nods in confirmation. I collect myself, then politely dip my head to the being. "Thank you. Isla, c'mon! Get your lazy butt over here!" I pause, wondering if saying that last part was allowed in the Realm of Infinite Heart, and look guiltily at the angel. All the person did was show an amused smile.

We follow the angel down a large and airy hallway, and were beckoned into the big door at the end by another dark-haired angel. As we walked into the room, a booming voice welcomed us.

"Welcome to the Realm of Infinite Heart!" it echos around the room. "I suppose you are here for your ceremony, yes?"

Isla and I both nod vigorously, staring in awe at the High Angel. She's tall, with long, flowing, light-brown hair, huge, ice-blue eyes, and a dazzling smile. Her wings were tucked neatly behind her, but now expanded to their full reach as she steps down from her elevated platform and came to embrace us.

"You two will be beautiful, powerful angels. And a good thing, too. You are needed back down at the Mortal Realm," her smile fades a bit before brightening again. "We can figure that out later! You two need to get your angelic form and powers!"

She leads us over to a sparkling fountain, gesturing to us to place our hands under the cool, rushing water.

"You are welcome. You shall become one of us. Margaret, Isla, you are angels." She places her hands on our foreheads.

As she took her hand off, a warm sensation rushed through my body, and I looked down at my hands to see them glowing slightly. A light weight now rested on my back, not uncomfortable, and I turn my head to see two feathery, white wings sprouting out of my shoulder blades. Isla's was the same.

"Wow," I gasped, and Isla echos it.

The High Angel smiles. "Time for your celebration!"

•••

As Isla and I walked back to our room after the celebration party, we found with surprise the High Angel standing at our door.

"We need to talk," she says.

I glace at Isla but shrug and take out the key and unlock the door. We all file in, Isla and I sitting on our beds and the High Angel taking a seat on the softly padded couch.

She takes a deep breath, as if what she was about to say was long and tedious. "As I briefly mentioned during your ceremony earlier, you two are needed back in the Mortal Realm..."