You stare out at the darkening hall. Though the many candles that lit the place earlier are still burning, the light that shone through the twelve windows has faded somewhat, becoming a coloured glow which softly lights every corner of the church. However, what's really unusual - though it's not as if you're surprised, after what's happened already - is that the other windows are empty.
As you stare at the blank sheets of glass, you hear a rustling noise from behind you and feel a firm hand on your shoulder. You look up to see the angel with the scroll, who, like everyone else, towers over you. His smile has gone, his softly glowing face stern. The hand holding the scroll, which is retied with a ribbon, points towards the front of the church, hidden from your view by carved stone columns and pews.
You step towards it, with the angel close behind. As you round the corner, a bright light shines out, and you lift a hand to protect your eyes. You sense the angel behind you, urging you on, and continue forward. As your eyes adjust to the brightness, you see a dozen or more tall, humanoid figures, silhouetted against the light. You move closer, and realise that the shifting shadows behind them are not other figures, but wings. These are the eleven angels. You turn and look up to the angel you have come to think of as yours. This must be Ilus, you realise, and feel a shiver run down your spine.
His glowing eyes meet yours, and an unspoken message passes between you. /Help,/ cries the figure you have seen so often in your dreams. /Help us./
