Immortals [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2

My eyes flickered open to a strange face. It was perfect and very angelic. With sandy blonde hair and those classic blue eyes. I could see a white ceiling and smelt the sterile antiseptic smell. Hospital, I thought, is that a doctor? How could I be here? I must be dead or sick. But then again I'm immortal so I can't be dead. But it was a deathly dual. I watched the angelic person fly over to the next bed with his perfect white, golden wings. That has to be the Archangel Raphael; the healer.

I turned to see the warrior who I had fought. He looked a little worse for wear. He was shaking and he had wounds that wouldn't heal. Unusual for a immortal. I turned my head to inspect my injuries. The weren't as bad but I had a deep gash on my chest. I had no idea what stabbing through hearts meant, but I was sure it had upset a few people. Just like I had upset and confused them when they found out I was female. Still trying to get my bearings I sat up, just in time to see Michael walk through the glass doors into the ward.

I large smile filled my face as I ran (hobbled) over to him happily. He embraced my like I was his child. I saw Raphael as father in every way other than the biological way. He was a good foot taller then me and well built. He had deep brown wings that would in no doubt be the width of the room. He smiled down at me. I kept my head buried in his chest soaking up his confident warmth.

He gently detached me and moved me out of the ward and into a waiting room. It was filled with couches and coffee tables that bought a homely kind of warmth to me. I noticed that all around me were angels of some sort. All flying around in the high ceilings but floating down to walk in a room. The Hospital for Angels, I nicknamed it. Raphael guided me into a single couch and he sat opposite me in the double.

I was still confused about what had happened back in the arena. Why I was still alive and why I was stabbed through the heart? This all must be such a big deal for the head archangel to come down to a hospital to see a girl who was fighting for the FALLEN angels (the supposed bad guys). I looked at Michael's deep meditative, mud brown eyes.

'Trina, you are probably full of questions,' Michael whispered, 'all of your questions will be answered by someone at some point, but now is not that time. For now I will tell you what is going to happen to you in the immediate future. Anything else is irrelevant. You will be sent to the angelic training camp that I took you to some thousand years ago. It has changed a lot and you will be expected to do as told. You will become part of a legion who will help prevent the demons from entering heaven. It will be tough but you are tougher. The fallen who have not turned to the dark will be with us. Our old feuds with the fallen have ended for the chance to stop demonic behavior from threatening more angels. What happened in that duel does matter and will be explained to you at a later note. Any questions?'

I could tell Michael took his role as 'Head Archangel' very seriously because he no longer looked at me like a lost child, but a threat to be dealt with.

'What about all my belongings?' I asked in my light voice. My accent had been mixed through the ages. Most the angels now spoke with an american accent due to them adapting but me, no way. Mine was a mix between an english accent, american and the long lost language of my home town that my accent was australian.

'You will find all your belongings in the collection bay down at the front of the hospital. Stay in your ward and Raphael will take you to collect your things. Tomorrow you will be taken to the training camp.'