Prophecy

Chapter 4: Created

*Grace's POV*

A silhouetted woman with long, dark hair engulfed my vision. She looked over her shoulder and faced me. If I had an actual, real, beating heart.... it would have definitely skipped a beat.

It's the same woman I've been dreaming about for centuries now.

Somehow, in the unknown state I was in, I was cognitive, but I wasn't really alive, not physically, that is. My body hadn't taken form yet; I was confined but also... free. I saw everything happening to me, and I never understood how or why I could do such things, but... I knew I was meant for this and much more. I needed to find that woman. Whoever she was... she was essential to me and all in this world.

My soul... told me as much.

"You need to come forth and rise now, dear child," This prominent, powerful voice said, calling out to me.

In that instant, I felt my soul materializing.

I wasn't just sentient energy and full of bright light anymore; I was becoming something more. It felt right, good even. Time remarkably continued during this process, but also stood still as the pure manifestation of my soul took physical form. I could feel the blood pumping through my veins, my heart beating steadily, and even wind through my long hair. For the first time in my existence, I finally took a breath and opened my eyes.

Before me stood God, the Almighty, the deific being with whom had just given me life.

"How do you feel, Grace?" He asked, saying my... name?

It sounded right.

I lifted my hands, looked at them, and clenched my fists to ensure this was really happening. Then, I felt something very sad, deep within me—something I had never felt before—causing one of my hands to rest against my heart. A tear slid down my face as I said, "I feel alive and powerful, but also as if my soul has been ripped in half, and I don't know why."

A sigh escaped my Creator's lips.

"I knew to expect this, but I didn't think it would happen so fast," He muttered, looking away, but then faced me and spoke again, "There has always been a sense of something missing inside of you, though you might not have been aware of it just yet. It's the other part of your soul. You've been in a comatose state of pure energy for a very long time. It was the only thing I could do to keep you safe while I gathered everything needed to wake your physical body. Nothing has ever filled that void because you need your other half to make that happen. Specifically, in your case, if I merged your soul with your body and then kept you away from your counterpart, it was a sure way to kill you as well as the one who is fated to you. I couldn't knowingly do that; it's immoral, and I took the recommended steps to ensure you and your mate are okay."

"I understand..." After I took everything he said in, I said, "Having a physical body with a soul would only intensify the need for both to find their other half. What you did saved us, and now that I'm no longer just energy, that longing is what I am feeling. Being apart from whom my soul needs is what's causing my heartache, for lack of a better word," I finished and saw God nod his head, smiling.

"You have questions, don't you, Grace?" He asked.

With a smile, I said, "Well, one question for now. Do you know who my soul longs for?"

"Xavia. The daughter of the Archangel's soul whom you were created from."

The moment God mentioned her name, something clicked inside me, and I was flooded with visions of her. She's breathtaking, so different, so... perfect. She was made just for me; she is mine, just as I am hers. Those dreams I thought I was having, they weren't just dreams... I had, in fact, been seeing her all this time. I was completely and utterly lost in all that she was, and without a doubt, I spaced out. As soon as my vision of meeting her was done, I looked at him, and he seemed pleased at something.