Black Feather Falls (COMPLETE)

A Cold Day in Hell 🖤 (21)

London
England
October 30th, 2016 (Present)

It's almost unfathomable that nearly two years have gone by. Since, I have not heard from Michael nor from any of my heavenly adopted siblings. As crushed as I was to learn of the dark side of Olympus, it never once changed how I felt for my siblings. Especially knowing that none of them, aside from Michael, had a part to play in the lies construed around me. At least, I chose to believe as much.

For the past two years, I have found myself constantly thinking about Michael. I can never ascertain why but I often discard the thoughts. To be trapped in a world where you possess no free will; it's so barbaric. When I woke up, Michael was gone and both Zahra and Israel were unconscious beside me. The next day, I told them everything Michael had told and showed me which prompted them to pack up and move to New York.

All my life, I'd heard stories and read novels – I think? - based on the beauty that was earth. However, all of them severely lacked the depth to accurately describe what I experienced and continue to each day that I am here. The journey here has not been easy, many days I felt as though I would crumble under the weight of my pain and depression. As such, on my third day in New York, I took up the art of journaling and henceforward have done so any day that I felt the prompt.

Journal Entry One (1)
My Third Day -
It's a cold winter's night in the busy city of New York. So, this was the city or state as they call it, behind the creation of the Angel continent, Angelita. I often forgot that this world is from whence all creatures came.

My run in with Michael was mere months ago, yet every day felt like it had occurred the day prior.  I cannot stop thinking about him and crying for reasons I did not know why. Today was better than my first, much better. I knew I was to be angry with Michael, but for some inexplicable reason, I was not. It's as if my heart knew something my mind did not.

This was the first day that I had found the strength to exit my room. I spent all of the previous days crying on end, locked away in my sanctuary, pestered by the deafening thoughts in my head. Even with all that Michael told me, I ceaselessly tried to get in contact with Olympus. I needed to hear from James, but for some reason, I could not.

Even still, the three days I've been here have been quite enlightening. Whilst the alternative forms created by the Gods for the inhabitants were mistaken... the humans were not. Quod Lux took his own sweet time to create such complex and intricate beings. I was taken with them and this world.

Life on earth is far simpler than life on Olympus. The people actively use their own strengths to work towards their goals and for a lesser species, they've accomplished quite a lot in their lifetime. The buildings, the vehicles, the art, the infrastructure, castles and technology they've built and improvised upon over the years is far above what I ever imagined them capable of doing.

A flawed species, yet still so perseverant in their ways. Many strive to do better; many are condemned for not doing better and many abhor the ones that love them. Many love the ones that hate them, and many hate themselves and shun those that care for them. They're quite fascinating but not so markedly different in the slightest.

I sit on the windowsill of this gorgeous studio apartment and cast my glance down in the world below, I'm left in awe. It's so beautiful. It's so different. It's so colourful and bright. The earth below me radiates with life and lights as if the stars from heaven had been given their own free reign over the earth.

There's a bookstore across the street from me, and every night there's a line outside of people dying to get their hands on this book. The Covenant. I don't know what's so important about it, but it's the new craze that doesn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. I took the initiative to read all the books they had in print, and though it took some time, I finished them all.