Black Feather Falls (COMPLETE)

The Scent of War (16)

Strange rectangles, circles and every shape I could make out hovered around me, spinning before me. My head hurt so badly, I wasn't in the cabin anymore, I could tell that much from the texture of the surface I was on. A couch? A bed? Where was I? I thought to myself since I couldn't see anything, more than likely I was in my room. The spell was intended to take me home, and since I was on a comfortable surface, in an air-conditioned area, this must've been my room.

I felt as if I had been through a hurricane and back. A simple trip from wherever I was to here shouldn't leave me in such great pain. Did someone drug me? Impossible... I was an angel I couldn't be drugged, however truthfully, I've never tried so how could I really know.

My vision stabilized and I took the opportunity to scan the room. The room has a large bed (which I was currently lying on), neatly made, two straight-backed chairs, a washstand, a medium-sized writing desk, wide mirror attached to it. The room had multiple windows and a large bay window that overlooked the city and by extension the ocean. A large window is over the bed that had a view of the hills. The curtains in the room provided ample shade for the overheating room. The cream-coloured walls were adorned with murals and paintings that were obviously done by professionals.

The room was warm...hot actually... It was hot! It was obvious the sun had been pouring down upon the roof, and the little room was like a sanctuary for heat. Before I finished scanning the room using what little powers I had left, I saw a shadow flash past my closed eyes, I don't know-how. I opened my eyes and I saw him.

"Oh, you're finally awake?' There he was again, the person who saved my life. He was half-naked, strutting in his underpants, dishevelled hair, in a loose black cotton robe with two strings he tied together loosely which exposed his well-defined abdomen and chest.

"Where am I?" I asked with my hand on my head; dazed and lost out of this world. I felt like I was hung-over, but I never had any drink. My words sounded so pristine in my head but when they made their way out, I sounded like a zombie.

"Do you remember what happened to you?" He eyed me in a way that was utterly indescribable. Do I remember anything that happened to me? Can I remember anything? I remember a portion of what happened.

"I remember being in Olympus for the summit of the angels. I remember Mira introducing some new angels and the next thing I knew I was dying. Somehow, I survived and soon later woke up in a field. I then made my way through and stumbled upon a cemetery. I saw two persons and immediately ran out before I was captured. I stumbled ...." The man began walking towards me still emanating that same strange look from his eyes. He sits at the edge of the bed and pats it for me to come closer, and against my better judgment, I did.

"Will you allow me into your memories?" Now that the unending trepidation from before had subsided, I could now think somewhat clearer than before. I shifted my eyes and tried to retain its natural glow while staring into his captivating eyes. Examining his glowing aura, I immediately was overwhelmed by the sheer force of the white light of his aura.

"Are you an angel?" I was hesitant to ask.

"Yes." His body slights.

"But that's not all you are, is it?"

"Perceptive." The half-smile that appeared on his face seemed almost unnatural. "I'm a hybrid. My mother is an angel and my father a witch."

"Was?" His eyes glisten with remembrance.

"Bad habit." He chuckled so innocently; my heart couldn't help but smile. "They're alive. I haven't seen them in a long time." He fixed his body into the upright position. "So, will you?" I didn't trust him as much as one willing to do such a sacred task should; but considering he saved my life, I opted to throw reason out the door ... for the time.