Rio's POV
Rio was curled on her side with her head on her hands, trying to keep all her body heat inside her at all times. Dozens of shivers racked through her body, making her teeth clash against each other.
She didn't know how long she had been in the dark, damp, cement basement. There were no windows or light to track the time. No way to contact the outside world. The only meager comfort she had was the stale bread and cold broth different people brought her.
Rio would use her powers, but they were useless in this room. She didn't know how or why it wasn't possible to use her abilities. She thought she was just conserving her energy for her body heat.
Over time, her anger had fizzled into nothing but emptiness. She had nothing left in her to fight anymore. She was just tired. Maybe if she allowed the cold to take her, she would be saved from the hell she's living.
"That is not true, and you know it, little sister," a voice said from behind her. Frail and weak Rio twisted and looked at Malachi's magnificent white light.
Her cracked and dehydrated lips lifted in a smile.
"You came for me," she sighed.
Malachi's expression dropped with guilt. "No, little sister. I am afraid I did not. Your mission isn't over. You still have work to do."
A trickle of anger revived Rio's body enough for her to stand on shaky legs, point her finger, and shout at her brother, "How am I supposed to do that work if I don't know what it is? Why am I here in this... hellhole instead of at home with my husband? Why can't I use my powers? It's like they disappeared!"
Malachi kept his gaze on his sister as he explained, "You are here because you asked to be. A long time ago, before you were born as an Angel, you were a speck of light brave enough to take upon yourself this glorious purpose—"
"That doesn't answer my question!" shouted Rio. She softened her voice when she saw her brother flinch. "If this was part of the mission, why can't I remember? Why do I feel so... human?"
"Your powers aren't working because you, my dear little sister, are with child," answered Malachi.
Rio's eyes widened and her mouth opened in shock. She choked out a fragile "What?"
"You are with child," he repeated.
"I can't be. I took that test this morning," Rio said.
"No, little sister. You took that test three weeks ago."
"Three weeks ago? No. That's not possible. How am I still alive? I haven't had water for three weeks?"
"Your child is keeping you alive, little sister. As long as you are with child, you cannot die. It is written in The Stars."
Rio sunk to the floor and held her head in her hands.
"Little sister? Are you ill?" Malachi asked, taking a step closer to the woman in shock. With another step in her direction, Rio flicked her eyes to his.
"Oh my God. Oz must be mad with worry!" she said in a rush. "You must go! You have to help him! If I can't be there with him, you must! Please Malachi! Help my husband!"
Hesitantly, Malachi nodded his head. "As you wish, little sister. I will go and protect and guide him. I will not ignore you. I will come back for you each full moon to make sure you and your child are healthy. I do not want you to worry, little sister."
Rio gave him a small smile. "I won't worry. As long as I know you are watching out for all of us, I won't worry."
"Farewell, little sister," said Malachi.
"I'll see you the next full moon."
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