Blas Archangels [Sample Only]

-3- Atrinite

-3- Atrinite

I've arrived at my next night shift just on time, with barely any sleep. I had been wandering around the city midday with thoughts of buying milk and tea. When I arrived home, I saw I already completed that shopping list yesterday.

Other than that strange confusion and feeling of déjà vu and the fact I was so tired that I passed out at noon, I had at least made it to my night shift at the dot of 11pm, an hour to midnight.

Couriers are already filling their bags with mail and packages while Maggie with her usual round spectacles almost falling off her nose, sitting behind the counter, waves me over.

"I got a letter for you, Ivy," Maggies holds up a strangely... familiar letter.

I dart past everyone to grab it out of her hands.

"Special delivery?" I ask.

"No, this is for you," Maggie nods towards a couch, suggesting I sit to open the high end letter.

I take it from her hand with a smile on my face.

It had a nice grey wax seal. Maybe this was an intergalactic invitation to join a star ship? Or maybe a college on another planet? I had applied for a few odd jobs and courses just to try my luck.

I bound over to the couch and I cross my legs under me. I open the seal and while there is no address of whom it's from, I have faith it's something potentially life changing.

I'm surprised to find a very delicate letter, hand written in blue spidery ink.

Invitation to a private dinner. Address; Lavent Ashwing.

I won't tell anyone if you don't.

Valentine.

Who and what now?

I find myself staring at the letter for an ungodly amount of time.

Who was Valentine?

Lavent Ashwing... the infamous E.W. in Ora city?

E.W's didn't send letters out, did they? How come I had been gifted with a name I was forbidden to know? Any knowledge of what went on beyond that E. Horizon protecting the Lavent Ashwing wasn't meant to be in my brain.

Without much thought, I get up and check my log from yesterday.

I scan the addresses and I find one at the very bottom that makes my heart sink.

Oh, shite.

I had delivered a letter to Lavent Ashwing last night; the very last address of my shift.

No wonder I couldn't remember a damn thing today!

Still, I search my brain for answers.

And I find none.

I had no idea who Valentine was.

I had no idea what happened in the E.W.

But... once you left, you could never return. That was the law!

But... that is also why the letter said... I won't tell anyone if you don't.

I was being asked to return?!

Why?

"Can I have the night off, please? I'm not feeling so well," I speak to Maggie, who shrugs and waves me off.

I leave the courier office, gazing up at the night stars which I once thought were peaceful. Now they seem like a bad omen, lighting the forbidden way towards the E.W.