When Angels Fall

Part 4 - The Forgotten

[A/N: 3/12/2019

Finally! i guess  my muse had been a little kind to me today. i've said this repeatedly but, i'm so sorry for the long time this took to update, i'm such an embarrassment. my apologies. anyways, please share your thoughts if you can. i hope you enjoy this tiny one before i finish the next chapter and y'all have a wonderful week! much love! ]

"Where... am I...?"

Sicheng looked around confused and wary of his surroundings. He was in an enormous oblong hall the size of a coliseum. Tall gleaming white marble pillars held up the arched ceiling that seemed to be partly hidden by soft white clouds, slowly floating high above him.

Upon closer inspection, there were tall archways around the area which led to small balconies overlooking the vast, beautiful and colorful gardens... and the sky. Nothing else. No buildings nor other structures, just the grass cloaked earth dotted with a wide variety of trees, bushes and flora. Those, and thick white clouds floating by, decorating the prettiest shade of blue skies he had ever seen. Strange. He had never come upon such a place, but he found his majestic surroundings surprisingly familiar and almost homely. And heavenly. He knew he was alone in the large room yet he could continuously hear soft undulating musical chants that made him feel conflicting emotions: daunted yet serene.

Looking down, he found himself barefoot and wearing an oversized white robe. Loose and... breezy. His eyes popped, gaped at naught in particular when he realized he had nothing else underneath it. What in the world...? Am I dreaming? Sicheng thought he must be, for he would never be caught dead wearing a weird-looking robe and completely naked save the said robe, walking around barefoot outside of the comforts of his tiny two-bedroom apartment. But then, there was this sinking feeling that he was not.

Sicheng decided to investigate this curious place; intrigued at how he somehow knew where to he should be heading. What was even more confusing was the fact that he didn't even know where he was headed to.

Sicheng tread lightly on the white marble floor that oddly felt warm as his feet took precarious footsteps. At the end of the great hall, he encountered gilded double doors with unusual scribbling as though to mimic some form of unfamiliar or ancient written language. At least one that was not recognizable to Sicheng.

With his interest piqued, Sicheng approached the golden doors and tentatively touched the intricate carvings. His eyes widened as the door shimmered and gleamed with a yellow light wherever his hand trailed upon it. Sicheng stared at his hand he had raised before him, wriggling his fingers as though to convince himself they were his. Sicheng's heart beginning to race. The sudden overwhelming feeling of power rushed all over him and he felt light-headed. He definitely wanted to know what was going on. Pursing his lips tightly, he pushed the double doors with determination.