Arc Angelical Series : Michaels Story, Archangel of Protection

Prologue

The deep disembodied voice resonated throughout the extravagantly decorated hall, like an ancient brass gong ringing on a silent dawn. The throng of statuesque forms gathered around the radiant room, sitting upright on the gold lounges or gazing out the crystal clear windows at the sea of white clouds bathing in the brilliant sunlight.

"It is time to act on your training spirits. Go forth and teach my children. Your preparation is exceptional. Your task is awaiting. " 

The rustling of the angels white draping togas cascading onto the glimmering pale marble floors was the only sound as the voice paused.

" Go save Gaia. Raise Earth's vibration. Heal the planet before I must act...for the good of the cosmos. Protect mankind."

The lack of emotion in the hall proved the messenger's state. Their radiant wings highlighting their passive faces. Beautiful ethereal forms. Heavenly warriors ready for their mission.

" I will assign each one of you a warrior from Michaels's army. They will protect you when you come of age. 22 human years of age is when your spirit will awaken and you will remember your purpose. Live a human life in the mortal realm. Return once you have learned your lesson. Return with a means to raise humanity's vibration before Gaia must destroy her child before it destroys her. Valeant pueri vigilabo super vos protegant."

At this, the crystal clear voice rang out and disappeared into the silent atmosphere.

" I will summon and choose your protectors from my army. Then retire to your rooms and meditate until you are ready for your mission."

The tallest ethereal form addressed his peers. His low yet smooth voice rumbling like thunder peals. His golden skin shimmering like glitter in the light radiating from his white gold wings stretching from his blonde dusted hair to the shiny floor beneath him. His toga rustled as he moved with tiger-like grace over to the view of the luminous heavens and away from the throng of angels. His athletic form stilling as he stared out over the racing clouds. His golden eyes glowing like tiny gems in his statue-like face.

" It is the time my siblings. Let us go. Ave atque praesidium. Sit spiritu vobiscum."