Sky Gallery

~Chapter 1~

The wind was blowing into my ear, whispering its wishes. While I was there, napping on the soft grass.

-Rustle-

I gently opened my eyes. I awoke on a cemented floor, but I could still see the wonderous sky, caged behind glass.

"Welcome, dear visitor." said a sweet voice. I stood up. I looked up to see a girl with long glistering golden hair and pointy ears. "You have awakened." She held out a hand. "Come, I'll lead you to our master." I took her hand, then realized she was floating. She had folded angelic wings. I hesitated.

"What's wrong?"

"You... you're floating. Flying, I meant." My eyes widened, but I managed to recover from the astonishment. "Who... are you? And... who's the master, you speak of?"

"I am Neal. A noble servant of our divine master, Sir Artamiel. Let us go. He must be waiting for your arrival."

We walked towards the door that lead to a corridor. As we went deeper, I saw fog building up my very feet, thicker and thicker as we go.

We stopped before a humongous door, embeded with golden symbols I couldn't understand. Neal held out her hand and chanted. "Saru, Bani, Aurl, Dewor." The door opened, accompanied with a burst of light.

"Andrew... Andrew!" A muffled voice said.

×SLAP×

"ANDREW!" I violently sat up, breathing heavily as if I've ran a marathon.

"Ow! Hey! God Andrew. Wake up and stop dreamin'." It was Charlotte, dressed in our school uniform. She stood up heading for the door, rubbing her forehead. Then my forehead stung.

-Riiiing-

"Hey Andrew! Leggo to za canteen?" Patrick called me out.

"Sure." I replied.

"Hey guys! Over here! We're gonna tell you somethin'."

"What is it, Maja?" Patrick whispered.

"Don't ask me. Ask Christa. She said she got something cookin'"

We all faced Christa. "Weeelll... I just saw this on the internet, but I'm getting convinced it's reaaally real. Here it goes."

In the ancient city of Elkia, there lived a king. A king, in which thousands of Alfs-

"What's an Alf?" interrupted Gabie. "Can you shut up Gab? I'll explain, okay?"

-Alfs worship as their divine master. Alfs, or Angel Elves, are elves that have wings, flying about in our very sky. But what we mundles don't know, there's a castle in our sky. Called, Sky Gallery. Among all the Alfs in the kingdom, there are several servants who serve Artamiel, the king. Among them are Iselia, Neal, Elucia, Aeilene, Sorin and more. But Neal is the closest to Artamiel. Rumor says that once in every 100 years, a mundle will be chosen to enter Sky Gallery, and become an Alf. There are phases. The first phase is The Dream. The mundle will be dreaming about Sky Gallery. If the mundle is strongly wanted, the servant who will come and fetch the mundle will be Neal, the one closest to Artamiel. The servants will rank five to one , respectedly, Aeilene, Iselia, Sorin, Elucia then Neal.

"When was the last, you know, picking of mundles?" asked Maja.

"Well, it says it was last 1920. Which means..."

"This year. This year must be the year where "Artamiel" will pick a new mundle." explained Patrick.

"Well, I'll continue." said Christa.

The second phase, is The Meeting. They say after the dream, the servant itself will go down to Earth and disguise as a mundle. It may be a transfer student, for mundles that are still students. Their appearance will be the same as the dream, since mundles won't remember. The third phase, will be The Revealing. The servants will reveal themselves to the mundle.