Divine Intervention

Where Am I?

   Morrigeth jolted awake from the sensation of four spikes jabbing her in the back at the same time. She groaned, mind racing to figure out where she was. She was facing a wooden wall. She smelled something awful. What was this she was on-

   Morrigeth yelped as the spikes jabbed her again. She sat up in a huff and turned to face her attacker.

   A man stared at her apprehensively, holding a pitchfork as if it were a weapon. His shimmery complexion managed to be even paler than Esmarelda's, and he had messy platinum blonde hair to match. He must have been an ice sorcerer. So she must have been in the ice sorcerer territory. Alright, well that's one problem solved.

   The man's expression hardened. "Get out," he said in a commanding tone that greatly contrasted his half-tucked shirt and wrinkled pants.

   Morrigeth just stared at him, baffled.

   "Are you deaf, Kaiara? I said get out!" he repeated.

   Morrigeth blinked. "Who even are you?"

   "Why does it matter?"

   "Because you just stabbed me and told me to get out!"

   "Oh, hush. I suppose all you Angels are as dramatic as Esmarelda."

   Esmarelda? "You know Es?" Morrigeth asked.

   "Ugh, don't call her that! No respectable ice sorceress should allow the likes of you to call her by a nickname."

   Morrigeth stood up and put her fists on her hips. "The hell's that supposed to mean?"

   "What it means, Kaiara, is that a creature such as you shouldn't be so familiar with a member of a species as graceful as the ice sorcerers." He held his pitchfork as if he were a king holding his scepter to emphasize his point.

   Morrigeth looked the man up and down. Then she looked around. Wooden walls. Wooden everything, in fact. And where was that smell coming from? She looked to her left. At least ten caribou stared back at her. She turned back to him. "Alright, stable boy."

   "Hey, I'm no boy! I'm thirty-two!"

   Morrigeth crossed her arms. "Well, act your age, then."

   "Ugh, just get out!"

   "No!"

   "Why not?"

   "Because I have as much right to be here as you do!"

   "Oh, now you're just being ridiculous!"

   Alright, now this guy was really starting to get on her nerves. "Listen. I don't know how things are here, but where I'm from you can't just tell people to get out like that. Now, you're going to treat me with respect, or we're gonna have a big problem," Morrigeth said, giving the man her most serious look.

   The man rolled his ice blue eyes. "I suppose in Angel Land you can stand in hay whenever you please?"

   "What?" Morrigeth looked down to find herself standing in a pile of hay. "Oh." Face burning, she stumbled out and vigorously brushed the hay from her pants and coat.

   "Now, was that so hard?" the man asked. He leaned down to inspect the hay. "Ugh, it's probably contaminated now. Who knows where you've been?"

   "I'm right here!"

   "Yes, I know," the man said. He sighed. "It figures Esmarelda still wouldn't know the difference between hay and straw."

   "There's a difference?"

   "Yes, of course there's a difference! You sleep on straw and you eat hay! Yet Esmarelda decided it would be an excellent idea to have you sleep on hay! Because I'm never right, am I? No, she believes herself right no matter what! She always has!"

   Morrigeth had to agree with that last part. Wait. "Es put me here?"​

   The man rolled his eyes. "Yes. She said you fell asleep on the way here and that you 'need your rest.'"

   "WHAT?" Morrigeth shouted. "Ugh, I told her we were doing this together! What does she think she's doing? Where even is she?"

   "She said she was going to speak with our Mother and Father. Something about those silly werewolves of yours."

   Morrigeth was about to comment on the man's insult to the pack when she realized something. "Did you say 'our?'"

   The man furrowed his brow in confusion. "Of course I did," he said, "Esmarelda's my sister."

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   GenTwo still hadn't gotten used to waking up in such a luxurious bed. She wasn't sure she ever would. The feeling of silk on her body was just so alien to her. She was half-sure she was in a dream. She pried an eye open. Warm sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains and hit the shiny crystal floor. She wondered if it ever rained here. Probably not. She closed her eye again and sank deeper into her pillows. Ahh. She could get used to this. Perhaps she should sleep in today. After all, she'd been up so late the night before, and for what? She still didn't know how to go about killing Morrigeth.

   Something prodded at the back of her mind. What was she doing? All this luxury was probably how they lured them in! They couldn't turn her just like that! They wouldn't, in fact! GenTwo wouldn't let them. That didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself while she was there, of course. Morrigeth seemed pretty strong, anyway. It'd probably take GenTwo a while to actually take her in a fight. Plus, Anntoinette seemed suspicious of her, too, so now she had to figure her out. Not to mention, she couldn't even leave Heaven...

   Excuses.

   "Argh!" GenTwo bit into her pillow. This would be harder than she thought. Maybe she should just focus on how to keep the other Angels from getting any more suspicious. And by "the other Angels," what's of course meant is "Anntoinette."