Project Wings (Completed - Editing)

Chapter 2: Don't speak of what you don't know

Chapter 2: Don't speak of what you don't know

Everybody else has a purpose... Everybody else has a life.

Yumi...

Her dream bothered him. It wasn't the fact that he feared for his safety but that he had fleeting moments when he saw visions of the same scene as in her dream. He saw himself floating in space, feathers drifting all around; some of them tinged with blood, others with some black liquid. He's face to face with a man with golden eyes. He is beautiful—an almost effeminate kind of beauty. In his hands he carried twin swords; one dripping with fresh blood and the other glowing with an inner light. He was talking to him, but the words were unintelligible. It sounded like a string of notes strung together.

He wondered what kind of connection the two dreams have. It felt like it was just at the back of his mind but he couldn't put his finger on it. He felt that the answer is too obvious to miss. He's just stupid that he couldn't see it.

Why do I have wings on both dreams? And what's with the blood?

Am I going to die and be an angel? Most certainly not.

Great. Another mystery to his already growing pile of life mysteries.

I can't be an angel. I'm too grounded and worldly for that.

He read in a book once that *the reason why we have bridges above our lips is that our guardian angel touches our upper lip and tells us not to speak what we don't know before we are sent down to Earth. The mark is left by their finger to signify that they have erased our memory of heaven. * He paused to touch his upper lip, noting the small depression just above its center. Don't speak of what you don't know.

Just then, a shadow of movement caught his eye. He looked intently at the window to make sure that he really did see what he just saw. It was something big and white, like a great bird had passed over the moon. He stood up and went to the window to take a look. His room was on the second floor, with a majestic mango tree just outside the window that almost hugged the wall. There was stirring from the leaves and he opened the window to see what it is. Must be another one of those stray cats. He mused. I'm probably imagining things again.

That's when he heard it. The sound was unlike any he has heard before. The voice, if it can be called that, sounded like an unearthly symphony. Himig was shocked and he immediately launched himself from the windowsill to one of the larger branches closer to the wall. He peered inside to look at the creature that made the sound. He was surprised to see himself face to face with the man from his visions. He shrank back and almost fell down had it not caught him in time. It uttered another of its melodious songs but now, with a tone of reprimand.

"Who... who are you?" Himig asked.

The creature regarded him with curious golden eyes. Himig swallowed a little while waiting for its reply. The creature smiled and uttered a low musical note, a bit mischievous in its tone. It pulled him upward more securely on the branch and settled across him on its feet, looking too much like an overgrown cat. Himig assessed its features. It was tall, perhaps six feet when standing and it looked very human-like except for the two huge glowing white wings growing out of its back and trailing down beyond its feet. Its eyes were a curious golden color framed with silvery lashes. Its hair was long and silver as well, tied back with a golden band. Its clothes were plain—a cream colored long-sleeved shirt with embroidery on the neck and wrists and a sash at its waist. It also wore pants of the same color and style and no footwear.

Wait, wings?

Could it be?

An angel?!

Impossible!

"Um, look, I don't know who you are although I thank you for saving me awhile ago, so... could you tell me your name and where you came from?" He hoped it understood him. He felt like he was just dreaming. How can a creature like this show itself to him? He doesn't even believe in UFOs.

The creature came closer and held out its hand. Curious, Himig took it and shook it in a gesture of friendship. The creature did not release his hand immediately but turned over his palm. It wrote something with its finger.

"Sinag?" Himig looked up to its face. "Is that your name?" The creature nodded its head. It wrote more words in his palm. I'm back. He is coming for you.

Himig felt his hair start to rise on its end. 

A/N: The title of this chapter and the text with *...* came from the book "Prince Ombra" by Roderick McLeish. Go find the original, unabridged version because the reprinted one sucks.