Different Yet The Same

Chapter Eighteen

-Spark-

"Daughter of Michael?" I say aloud. Everyone in the room nods in response. "Who is he?" I question.

They all look at each other until a man on the far left of the table speaks.

"He my dear, is Heavens mightiest soldier. Leader of our army. Second to God." He proclaims, saying it like it was common knowledge.

"Spark..." Caleb starts but I cut him off.

"So he's an angel?" I state, fearing the answer.

The man chuckles. "Of course he is. We all are. Even you."

"Even me..." I laugh.

"I fail to see how that is funny." He scolds.

"Sorry. It's not funny. I'm just not sure I believe you." I answer honestly.

He's about to speak when I rudely interrupt. "Wait!" I say halting all motion. "That means Ember is an angel too!" I find happiness in this thought. At least I'm not alone going through this.

"Oh my dear. So young and naive." An angel chuckles.

"Spark let's go." Caleb urges but I resist.

"No I want answers." I hiss at him.

"You will get them. Go see the scholars" An angel to the right of the table speaks up.

"Good. That's exactly what I'll do." I proclaim. Shuffling out of the room, Caleb following closely behind me.

As soon as the large doors close, the sound echoing throughout the hallway. I turn to Caleb. "I don't like them." I chirp innocently.

He shakes his head, as if he was expecting my answer. "I'm not surprised. Come on." He urges. "Let's go see the Scholars."

I follow Caleb down a maze of hallways until coming to a set of oak doors.

He slowly opens them, as they groan in protest. Then I see what seems to be the most incredible library I've ever seen.

It has a cathedral ceiling, with breathtaking paintings of angels, flying amongst the clouds.

Every inch of the cloud white walls are covered in book shelves, over filling with novels, there are four sliding ladders spread across the room. A large spiral staircase is set in the middle of it all, leading to a whole other floor. In the far left of the room there's a small desk where an elderly man sits, scribbling something down on a piece of paper.

I spin around in a circle. Taking it all in. The smell of ink and aged paper. The feeling of happiness is brings me.

I've always had a love for books. The written word. Poetry. Fiction novels. Love stories. All of it.

I hear Caleb chuckle behind me. I spin around "What?" I ask. Frustrated that he ruined my admiration of this wonderful library.

"You look like a kid who just got what they wanted for Christmas." He smiles and shakes his head. "You look cute."

I can feel heat rise to my cheeks and look away so he can't see that I'm blushing.

"Oh my goodness! Princess Spark! I'm so sorry I didn't see you there!" I hear a voice exclaim. I turn around and see the man who was sitting at the desk now standing just a few feet away.

"Oh um that's alright." I stammer. Not knowing how to react with the attention.

"Thank you for your forgiveness." He smiles at me whole heartedly. His grey hair covering his head that sits on his five foot tall body. He has a small beard and the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen. "My name is Dalton. How may I be of service?" He asks politely bowing his head.

"Well um uh I uh..." I trail off not knowing what to say. I turn to my right and look at Caleb my eyes pleading for some help.

"Hi." Caleb starts, shaking Dalton's hand. "I'm Caleb. Sparks guardian." Dalton looks impressed. "She's here about her father."

"Ah yes." Dalton sighs. "The famous Michael, warrior, lover, playmate and friend." He shuffles over to a small bookcase and pulls off several small leather journals, bound in a thin paper that looks yellow with age.

"Here we are." He chirps. "These are all the journals Michael has ever written up to his latest one about a year ago. They each contain countless years of his life. Hopefully you'll find what you need."

"Thank you so much." I sigh tempted to hug him right there and then.

"It is my pleasure." He smiles. "Feel free to use any resources you need, there are desks over by the window." With that he hobbles back over to his desk and leaves me with several journals piled high in my arms.

"Okay." I say to Caleb. "I'm going to start reading these. What are you going to do?"

"I'll go sort some stuff out. If you need anything, and I mean anything. You just call me and I'll be here. Okay?" He says.

"Okay. It'll all be okay." I say giving him a hug before he leaves. I watch him walk out the door and close it quietly. So the only sound is Dalton's pen scratching along a piece of paper.

With a sigh I settle myself at a desk beside the large window over looking the village.

I'm curious to what it'll say. If it will give me the answers I need.

Then again, what if I don't want to know? If I don't get my answers. If it's something I don't want to be told.

I stare at the first journal.

Do I open it. Or not.

Do I want answers. Or not.

Should I...

Can I?

I take a deep breath and open up to the first page.