When The Fall Comes

Chapter II

All the angel could do was gasp for breath as he quickly sat up in bed. He blinked and glanced around, only to realize that he's back in his room. He tried to recall previous events, but nothing was registering. How did he get here?

There was a knock on the door, and Feyril was quick to answer it. To his surprise, it was the Seraph. His worried expression was replaced with relief. Feyril noticed that the leader gave a sigh before speaking.

"It is good to see that you're finally awake, Feyril," the Seraph began with a smile.

"I fell asleep?" Feyril held his head as it began to ache. He, once again, tried to retrace his steps to no avail. All he could remember was that strange dream with that unfamiliar voice.

"It would have seemed so. It was a good thing a few of our subordinates were nearby," The Seraph answered. He paused before he continued. "Now that you are awake, I need to ask you a question." Feyril nodded, so the Seraph started his question. "Did something happen between you and that girl?"

"Girl?" Feyril tried to think back but failed. He lightly shook his head. "Forgive me, but I do not recall seeing a girl."

"Even you, huh...?" the Seraph mumbled. Feyril was confused, but the Seraph gave him a nod. "Alright, try to think back. Where were you last?"

Feyril took a deep breath and tried it again. This time his mind was a lot more transparent. He could see a blurry image of where he was the day before. He spoke up without reason. "The orphanage..."

"That is where she will be," said the Seraph. It was clear that he wasn't really talking to Feyril, but the elite angel couldn't help but tone into his leader's thought process. He watched as the Seraph's eyes glanced at his violet hues. "I need you to return to that orphanage. I am sure that you'll know her when you see her. Go back there and ask her what is going on." The Seraph's hand came in contact with Feyril's shoulder. He watched his leader give a concerned stare. "And please, try not to pass out on the floor next time..."

Feyril, again, wasn't sure what the Seraph was talking about, but he didn't question it. He nodded politely and smiled at his leader. "Of course, I will do my best to be more careful this time."

"I know you will," was the last thing the Seraph said before leaving the elite angel alone.

Feyril got himself ready before he stared at the mirror. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"Fall is coming... The clock is ticking..."

Feyril yelped as he backed away. His own reflection moved on its own. His eyes were lifeless. Just like... Wait... Did this happen before? Feyril quickly calmed himself and stepped up to the mirror. His eyes stared at his self-conscious reflection with wonder.

"Are you me...?" Feyril asked timidly. His hand touched the glass wall. "How are you talking to me?"

"The clock is ticking, and it will stop for no one. We have to hurry."

"We...?" Before Feyril could ask anything else, he watched his self-conscious reflection move away. Feyril panicked and unexpectedly yelled. "Wait!"

"Sir?"

Feyril felt himself jump and quickly turn around. Standing at the door was a young angel with silver hair and green eyes that were glowing with concern. "Are... You alright?"

Feyril felt his eyes look back at the mirror. The reflection had returned to normal. He felt his cheeks heat up a little as he laughed nervously. He turned back to the rather tall angel. "Forgive me, Latis. I didn't mean to alarm you."