Glimpses of Heaven

Part 1

Amaylea

The bitter cold chilled through the crisp air. Every time someone took a breath wisps of cracked icy air would flow from their lips as if a sigh left every moment they opened their mouths. A loan snowflake came and landed on the back of a young girl's neck and sent a chill down her spine. Her wings fluttered as a whirlwind of rigid air flustered her feathers. She looked down at the ground and contemplated her thoughts as she looked down at the humans below. She wasn't old enough to be a Guardian yet and thus she sat. She observed each humans comings and goings. She smiled as she saw some fall in love, other fell out of it. Some fought, other embraced peace. She couldn't help but imagine what helping one of them find love would be like but she knew she had to find one to protect from birth, but that was later. When her wings matured she would be able to soar down to the earth and be a guardian with her gleaming sword fighting off the pains of sickness and a broken-heart. 

Her mind was cut off by a chirping that came from beside her. She turned her head quickly and saw a young sparrow perched on the other side of the bench. Its feet switched from side to side. "You don't appreciate the cold either do you, kind one?" She questioned to it. The bird chirped in reply. Often angels only were able to communicate with animals that could fly. Sparrows had always been her favorite. Their chirp and song could rock her to sleep by now and she stretched out her hand to beckon it to her. The bird cocked its head and chirped once more. "It's all right. I can't harm you." The bird seemed to understand and in a flutter of wings it landed on her hand. She looked at it. "This means you are here to teach me to fly?" The birds head seemed to make a nod. "I can fly now?" The bird began to sing and she closed her eyes as it filled her soul with a sweet symphony. Her wings began to flutter behind her as they began to stretch and pull to their full potential. Pain shot through her back as she fell back to the bench suddenly, which was odd since she didn't remember standing. Her wings burst and became large behind her. They almost felt heavy, but she knew she would grow into them as she had grown into her first pair of wings. She knew what this meant. She turned to the bird and smiled. "Lead me to the child whom I will protect." The bird’s wings spread, as did her, and she took off into the sky toward the earth to guard her first kind-heart.

Michael

    Flowing darkness pulsed around. Quickly though, he tired of it, and fought. For hours upon hours he fought until finally his moment came. Something, the thing he came from he thought, screamed and suddenly something very different from what he'd been in, exactly opposite in fact, began to shine into the home he was leaving. Though he was tired of the darkness, whatever this was painful made things hard to see and his eyes squeeze shut. The screams and moans continued, suddenly, he was filled with terror and wanted the dark quiet of his old home back. He regretted fighting. Too late now though, for the painful opposite surrounded him now, and the horrid sounds rammed his ears, and he took a deep breath and also began to wail. He wailed and wailed terror and regret filling it, making it a wholesome cry. His tiny fists clenched, and something blue and with a smooth, sticky feel touched him and he cried more.

    "Here he comes!" the smooth sticky said.

    "Push just a bit longer!" another voice from somewhere buried in the opposite cried. He sounded oddly desperate, but very eager. Whatever he was leaving cried.

    "I can't, I can't."

    "You can, come on, dear. "Push, push." He began to breathe in odd whistling patterns and despite all the terror of the new world; he could not help but think how ridiculous he sounded. His old home though must have found it encouraging because there was another groan and suddenly he was farther from his beloved dark and deeper into the terrible opposite. He cried more.