La Encantadora

The Enchantress
Written By: Y. Correa

This is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of the author and do not represent the opinions or thoughts of the publisher. The author has represented and warranted full ownership and/or legal right to publish all the materials in this book. La Encantadora (The Enchantress) All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2011 Y. Correa V2.0 This book may not be reproduced, transmitted, or stored in whole or in part by any means, including graphic, electronic, or mechanical without the express written consent of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Y. Correa www.fatebooks.yolasite.com ISBN 978-1-4661-0559-1
PUBLISHED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

Dear Reader

La Encantadora (The Enchantress), is my second novel. While in the process of writing my first book In Love with Death, I had a funny little dream that gave me the inspiration to write this one. I've always had an interest in Science Fiction, Fantasy, as well as the Supernatural. And a good adventure, love story is like my poison. Yet, of course much like everyone else on this planet, I enjoy a good comedy. So, I've learned how to combine all these aspects in my stories. I do not necessarily; have a devout faith in the things that I write about. However, I do believe that all these things combined, can make for a great story. Once again, I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you, Dear Reader, for taking the time to read this story. Also, I want to thank my children, family and friends for their support. I love you all! If you have yet to read my first novel, In Love with Death, part one of the Fate Series, I'd like to invite you to take a look at it, as I believe it might also entice your imagination and take your mind to unexpected places. I truly hope that you enjoy this book. The great thing about a good book is that each individuals mind sees it differently. Yet, that is the greatest adventure that any story can offer. That being, imagination at its finest. However, that being said, I hope your individual mind might show you, at least a fraction, of what my mind showed to me while writing this story. Enjoy!

Gratefully, Y. Correa Author

Prologue

Normalcy, was not a word recognized by Zita, her entire life was nothing, if not abnormal. Her family, herself, her entire existence, all of it; unnatural. Yet, to her it was nothing but the truth of her actuality. Such, was her life. Making, it to her, normal, as she knew nothing else. Yet, it was what made her whom and what she was. A Hybrid. Hybrids, by nature were beings that from birth were highly developed individuals; both in mind and body. Her only problem? She knew no one like herself. As far as she knew, or even her family knew, she was the only being in history, like herself. Hybrid, a word that was developed to describe a being that no one understood. She was not human, but she was also, not supernatural. She was neither, mortal or immortal. She was that one entity that lay in between those two realities. However, speaking and researching such things, among the Spirit Realm, was highly taboo. No one spoke of such things. No one dare even touch the subject. And, those who did, were regarded as sinful vermin; and were rejected and pushed away from any contact within the Spirit Realm. So, had there been others like her, in any way shape or form, her family would never know. Her father was known as a rare type of Demon. His kind resided in the Brazilian Rain Forest. A rare breed indeed. The Encantadores, they were called. By day, his kind lived in the forest waters, seemingly freshwater dolphins or sea snakes. Fooling mankind into believing that they were innocent creatures, which did no harm to anyone. However, by night they transformed into humanoids creatures. Lovely, elegant, handsome men, that wore hats in order to hide their one defect. Their only visible, imperfection; their protruding foreheads. This was a species of only men. There was no such thing as a female, among their kind. Their name, Encantadores by definition meant, the Enchanted Ones. Why? Because, when in their humanoid form they enchanted women, in order to trap them and enslave them. Many women that they'd capture would go mad. Others would become deathly ill. However, many others became slaves to these particular demons.

For many, many years, humans avoided entering the Rain Forest, when mysterious disappearances began. Mothers, daughters and sisters were lost, to the captivating Encantadores song. Yet, from time to time, some women would allow themselves to be entrapped by the splendid sounds of the Encantadores song, and they too were lost. Her mother was human. She had been one of the victims entrapped by, Zita's father. She'd been captured, in order to serve him as his slave. But, the oddest thing occurred. Zita's father, fell madly in love with her mother. That one event changed everything. He suddenly became a demon in remission. His love for her changed him entirely. And, from their love, Zita was produced. Half demon and half human. One of a kind, as far as they knew. All alone in this world. Zita, had only two goals in life, to please her parents and to be accepted by one, if not both, worlds. Somehow. Her mother would tell Zita, stories of human life and love, every night, as she laid her to sleep. Zita, would dream of the beauty of it all. Yet, deep down inside she knew that, that life would never be possible for her. Notwithstanding, that did not stop her from dreaming regardless. She, imagined, that just as her father had found love, forgiveness and acceptance, in her mother, that she too might be able to find something... Normalcy!

Chapter One

Brazil, Amazon Rainforest The year 2031

Inside of the seclusion of the unchanging walls or her life, Zita, was unaware of the highly developed world that surrounded her. Her cottage home, her modest family life, her meager living was a barricade of protection. This served as a border between them and the advancing world, or worlds that surrounded them. This kept them happy. This allowed them peace and tranquility. This fort was all they needed to be content. Steering far from anyone's questioning or disturbances. This little place allowed them to live, alone, not requiring approval. Nor allowing anyone to bring them dismay. The harmonious environment, the greenery, the beautiful flowers. It was a perfect little self-constructed, antiquated world, that they'd created all for themselves. While, everything surrounding them, changed and advanced. It was a perfect little piece of the Regency Era, in a Technological World. However, this was all they needed to feel pleased with their lives...

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My first memory was that of a dinner that my father and mother were holding for my grandfather. My father's, father. I was very aware of everything that was going on around me, yet it seemed that my parents had no clue that I did. Maybe, it was because I had yet to verbalize anything. I refused to make them aware of all that I truly knew. They were completely aware of my physical growth, yet not so in-tune with my mental growth. Of course, a child like me is bound to be different. That, I'm sure, there was no getting away from. My mother had prepared a great and extravagant meal. The table scape was beautiful as well. I was in the wooden highchair my father had built, sitting straight up in a seated position. Not something likely, for a one month old baby. Yet, as my parents very well knew; I was far from your average child. Ever since my conception, my development was extraordinary. I was sure it was because I was different. My mother was human and my father was far from human. As the matter of fact, nothing about him had ever been human at all. My

father was an Encantador. A demon from the Brazilian Rain Forest. Water creature by day, humanoid by night. His name was Zavier. My mother; her name was Edeli. My parents had prepared this meal, in order to convince my grandfather of accepting me. To except the fact that, they were going to be together forever. That my father was no longer going to do evil deeds, and that I was a proven product of their love. I remember, seeing my mother slave over the stove and fuss preparing the table. She was trying her damnedest to make everything perfect. So perfect, in fact, that it would leave no room for doubt. She'd convinced herself, that the better her presentation, the better chance she'd have at acquiring acceptance. My father leaned over her while she was yet fussing with perfection, lifted her to him, and kissed her forehead, Edeli, My Love, relax. It does not matter to me, if he does or does not accept you and Zita. I love you both more than words can say. Now, forget about all this and come with Me. he had a voice that could sooth the savage beast. My father was certainly a handsome being. Tall with elegant good looks. Blonde hair and perfectly tanned skin, with eyes the color of the waters that he swam in by day. He was so handsome in fact that not even his forehead was as pronounced as most Encantadores. He could quite easily pass as a human, and no one would question him otherwise. My mother was lovely also. She had long auburn locks, with hints of yellow-gold flowing through them. Her skin was a light tone of bronze. Her features almost royal, with loveliness. Her eyes were big, almond shaped and as green as the forest itself. It wasn't hard to see why my father gave up his ways when he met her. I truly believed that any creature would have. She was without a doubt, truly enchanting herself. I, on the other hand, still had no idea what I looked like. I had yet to visit my own reflection. Also, due to the fact that I'd never been to the outside world, in my mind (at that time) everything around me was normal. However, how quickly would I learn that I was totally and completely wrong.

My grandfather arrived just a short while later. I cannot say that I remember much after that. Everything seemed somewhat like a blur to me. I remember bits and pieces. My grandfathers voice was harsh and uneasy. Then, some yells. Some crying. Things banging around, and then someone said, And, that creature in there... she will never be accepted. Anywhere! Not here and not in the human world either! Look at her she's a freak of nature!. To that my mother's voice became aggressive and sharp, Get out! Get out of my house! Now! A door slammed shut. Then my mother; she cried. A hurtful cry. Like someone had deeply offended her.

At about four months of age, I'd been told that I was already the size of a two year old child. I remember, walking around my home, touching things, discovering things, learning things. My mother would giggle at my curious ways. My father was incredibly over protective. Edeli, watch her. She can get hurt. then my mothers soothing voice would respond, Zavier, My Love, leave her be. She's smart. She's learning. My father would sit me on his lap and bounce me around, singing funny little tunes that made me laugh. Seeing him this way made me wonder why I'd ever heard any rumors at all, of him being evil. He was too good, too loving, to be any sort of evil. My mother, however, kept her routine of telling me a story every night. I would close my eyes allowing my imagination to linger in all the things that she'd describe. Even then, fully knowing and understanding what was going on around me; knowing that I could use words, had I wished it, I still decided to remain silent. I saw no need to speak. My parents knew me well enough to know what I wanted and needed.

My fondest memory, however, was one of my fathers. Every night, I'd fall asleep in my parents bed and as soon as I had drifted off into my nights slumber, I would awaken the next morning, in my own bed. One night, I was already about a year old in age. In body, I was approximately the size of a five year old child. I'd decided that I was going to fake my sleep, in order to see how it all happened. How I'd fall asleep in my parents bed and wake up in my own. So, I curled up at the foot of their bed, as I usually did, closed my eyes and faked my sleep. Some time passed, then, I heard my father's voice whisper to my mother, Do you think she's asleep?

Yes. It looks like it. my mother answered. Alright then... I felt arms wrap around me, then a small quiet puff, Wow. She's getting big and heavy. I can barely move her anymore. he mentioned with love apparent in his tone. Not wanting to give away my secret, I maintained myself in still silence, allowing him to put me in my bed. After a while, still not able to fall to sleep, I decided to wait until sometime in the middle of the night. Then, I crept back into their bed. And there I stood, curled up at the foot of their bed until the next morning.

Time flew by way too quickly for me. All of it was mostly like a dream. As if I was alive yet, only in my own imagination. Or possibly, I existed within the thoughts of someone else. As if my life was merely a dream. Not real to anyone, not even myself. I was not sure if anyone would be able to understand. Most of my life, up until my fifth birthday, every day seemed like an out of body experience. The morning of my fifth birthday, my mother, as she'd become accustomed to, took me out to the forest to pick fresh flowers in order to adorn the table with, for my birthday celebration. I, as usual, went with her picking the ones that I thought were the loveliest. All this time had passed, yet, I'd never said a word. I never opened my mouth to speak. It seemed as if my parents had resigned on trying to make me speak, and left me for mute. I assumed that their conclusion had been that I was mute because of their past sins. That my disability was the payment for their iniquities. Yet, that morning, I was silent no more. As we picked all the most beautiful flowers I decided to ask, Mamma, why does every one say that Papa is evil? My mother dropping the flowers she carried to the floor in surprise, turned to look at me. Her eyes nearly displaced from their sockets. She composed herself quickly, recollected her flowers, then answered, Zita, my dear child, it's simply because they cannot look into his heart. Such a simple answer, I supposed, yet so true. So, totally and completely true. I understood then, that had they looked into his heart, they'd then see that he was not what they thought him to be. Then Mamma continued, What he is, had nothing to do with who he is.

The small private party was lovely. My parents, stood proud looking upon me as I sat at the table, and opened a box that was gifted to me and sifted through its contents. I was eager to see what this year would bring me. I had become accustomed to living meagerly, only having what was needed. The only time a year that I'd get anything otherwise, was at this very moment; my birthday. I reached the bottom of the box and pulled out what was inside it. I'd never seen such a thing. It was square shaped with a handle to hold it. It had some sort of glass in the middle. The glass that it contained seemed to reflect the room around us. It seemed to remind me just a bit of how rain drops reflected the trees on which they lay. What is it? I asked. I looked up at my parents and saw the look of mere content in their face. I didn't know if they were happy because of the gift they'd given me or because of the fact that I spoke for the second time. My mother answered, It's a mirror, My Dear. What's a mirror? Hold it up to yourself, Love, and you'll see. my father directed. I pulled the contraption to myself, and gazed inside of it. Who was that person? I'd never seen her before. Was she stuck in this object? I dropped the mirror back into the box. Mamma, we need to get her out of there! I demanded eagerly. My love, you cannot get her out of there because, she is not in there... She is you. she replied, rather amused. What? I was amazed. How did I get in this so called mirror?

Lift it to yourself, Child. Look again. my father told me. This time, I lifted it to myself slowly, still semi-leery about the entire thing. I looked in it. With my free hand I reached for my face. The girl in the mirror did the same thing. I touched my nose, and so did she. I touched the mirror, and she did the same, her fingers touching mine. I stuck out my tongue, and she did as well. This is me! I thought to myself. I was amazed. Taking an even deeper look, I analyzed the me that lay inside this mirror. She had my mother's forest green eyes. My fathers, blonde hair, yet it lay upon her shoulders and back in long locks, like my mothers. Her facial features were strong, like my fathers, yet feminine and delicate like my mothers. She was very beautiful, I mused. That's me? I asked still in disbelief. Yes, My Love. That is you. my mother answered. I'd never seen myself before. Never, felt the need to. Yet, now, I was looking at my own reflection, for the first time, and I was astonished. It was hard to believe that this person looking back at me in the mirror was indeed me. Yet, it was. I wondered, if the people that saw me, saw this very same person that I was looking at right now. I wondered if this person that lay in the mirror was merely my minds interpretation of me. Not what I really looked like. It was very hard to process. I'd always imagined myself to be horrendous. The words of my grandfather, always rang in my head, That creature... she will never be accepted, which lead me to believe that I was hideous. I convinced myself, that I'd never seen myself because my parents wanted to spare me the agony. Giving into the inexplicable, I decided that I would have to accept it. This was me. End of story.

Chapter Two

That night, after all the festivities, I went to my own bed to sleep, my mother came in to tell me another one of her human tales. She told me the story of a beautiful girl that fell in love with a handsome man. They married and lived happily ever after. I listened, waiting for the story to come to its end, then spoke, Mamma, why have I never been to the outside world? I have never met people. Why can't I? Zita, My Darling, there are so many things that you cannot yet understand. You are different. Special. Humans may not accept you and immortals cannot understand you. she looked at me. I felt hurt. What had I ever done to anyone to make them feel that way about me? She continued, One day, My Love, I am sure that one day, you will meet someone, that will accept you for who and what you are. What am I, Mamma? You are Zita. Now sleep. I love you. she said simply then kissed my forehead.

Some weeks had past; I was slowly but surely becoming accustomed to my reflection. I'd grown some more. In body and mind I was already quite grown. My family and I were happy and at peace. If there had been anything going wrong around me, I would have never known. My little world was almost perfect. As, I was sure my parents intended it to be. I'd gone out to the forest to snoop around, discover new things, and investigate things I didn't understand. In other words; I was killing time. Just doing things to do them, not for any other particular reason. Yet, I was happy every step of the way.

I heard some rustling in the bushes. An animal? Maybe. More movement. A monkey? I wasn't sure. I'd been looking out for weeks in order to see if I'd find one. Crackling... more movement. I waited patiently; held my breath. I didn't want to move from fear of it running away. I moved slowly to hide behind some bushes. A voice. A mans voice. Grandfather? Why? What was he doing here? I knew he did not love or want me, so, I didn't get out of where I was, just to ensure that he wouldn't find me. I peered through the bushes where I'd hidden. I could see him. He held a torch in his hand. He marched up to our house. He looked mad. Angry. He called for my father, Zavier! his voice rung like a dozen horses. Zavier, come out! he demanded with evil spewing from his pores. My father opened the door. He looked as surprised as I was. My grandfather, lifted what I'd assumed to be his free hand, but it wasn't. It held a long sword. He swung. My father flinched. Just like that, my father had been undone of his head. His body dropped to the ground. I wanted to scream, but held it in. I heard my mother scream. Heart wrenching screams as she watched my fathers head tumble about. My grandfather was demanding information, Where is she? he yelled. No! my mother screamed back at him, fear and anger ringing in her voice. No! she yelled again. Where is she? he demanded again. Damn you! my mother responded, all anger, all fear! Then, spat in his face. And still, did not answer his question. He slapped her face, with fierceness, causing her to tip sideways just a bit. He leaned the torch towards the house. It lit aflame. Then, he leaned it onto my mother. She lit up as well. I was terrified. I wanted to scream and yell, in order to demand him to stop. I couldn't. I couldn't do anything. Dread, rattled my insides. Everything lit up like an enlarged, oversized bonfire. Flames covered everything. Smoke filled the air. My grandfather watched for a brief moment, taking in the sight. He turned, his cold face showing no emotion. He

walked away, the other Encantador men that were with him followed him like puppets. No emotion displayed on their faces either. He'd left the house there to burn. Not caring. Not a smidgen of any sort of feeling in his face. He just walked away. I was so scared to come out, I wanted to jump and turn off the flames. I wanted to do something. But, what could I do? Any attempt to do something was useless as my bones clattered with terror. I waited a short while, and when I was certain that they were gone, I ran out towards the house. Finally, releasing everything that I had pinned up with in me. Mamma! Papa! I cried, No! Please, no! They were gone. All of it was gone. My parents, my home, my everything... gone! A pile of ashes on the ground, where my home used to lay, was all that remained. Gone! Words could not describe the pain and agony I felt inside. I couldn't understand. I just could not fathom, why. My mind wasn't able to wrap itself around it all. Why? Why? Why? Had I been born for this? Was the love my parents had for each other so condemned, that this would be their price to pay? I was alone now. All alone in a giant world, that I knew nothing about. I knew nothing, of mortal or immortals. I knew nothing, of life. I knew nothing, of how to survive. What would I do? Everything that was anything to me, I'd lost at the hands of my own grandfather. I knew he hated what my parents had done. That, I was aware of. Nonetheless, I didn't know that he hated them to such an extent, of killing them the way he did. So coldblooded, so loathsomely. Why? My young mind could not process it. All I knew for certain was that I'd lost it all. Everything!

I wandered the forest for the longest time. Barely surviving. Eating off the fruits that some trees bore. Sleeping in piles of leaves. Being rained upon at unexpected times. Trying to hide from the rain underneath trees. Shivering, in the cold wet rain. Sweating, in the hot morning sun. Afraid of the animals that lurked about. Alone. Frightened. Lonely. It reminded me of my earlier years, when everything felt as if it were an out of body experience. Such was this time for me.

At times I swore that I heard my mother and father calling for me, Zita, Child. Where are you? worry in their voices, then I'd open my eyes and realized that it was nothing but, a dream. Many nights, I cried myself to sleep. Scared. So, so scared. I cannot say for certain how much time had passed, but I remember walking for days and nights. It seemed like an eternity.

One day, however, I walked aimlessly, until I began to hear things. Unfamiliar sounds. These were not the familiar sounds of the forest. These sounds were loud and unknown to me. Roaring, honking, rattling. I heard voices. Many muffled voices, in the distance. Clinging, banging, knocking. More voices. As I walked the noises grew. I heard people speaking to each other loudly. Some laughing. Some yelling. More laughing. I followed the sounds. For whatever odd reason, I felt attracted to them. Maybe, it was because the sounds allowed me a feeling of accompaniment. Maybe, because I wanted to assure myself that the sounds were real. Yet, whatever the reason, I followed them regardless. Arriving at what seemed like a wall of trees and bushes, I found myself pushing through them. Fighting to get to the other side. The side that produced the sounds. The side that allowed me just the smallest bit of peace of mind. I was trying to get to the sounds. I made my way through the enormous wall nature had constructed and peeked through it. I wanted to see whatever it was that I had been listening to.

People were everywhere. Humans, it appeared. Machines that ran on four wheels. Tables covered in what seemed like food, and other materials. More people observing the objects that lay upon the filled tables. What was this place? All of it reminded me of the places that my mother told me about in her stories. Houses that lay upon other houses. Stairways that led from one place to another. Children laughing and enjoying themselves along the pathways and streets. It was like a story. A grand story. I suddenly became very happy in the realization that I was no longer alone.

Then again, I was alone. All alone. As far as I knew; as far as even my parents had known, I was the only being on the planet like me. I had been told by my mother, that in the human world, I would not be accepted. Also, that in the immortal world, I would not be understood. My heart broke once again, as I became immanently aware that I was not only going to be alone forever, I was also going to have to fight for my right to exist, for the rest of my days. The biggest issue with that, was that I'd not yet known if I'd taken after my father, in that I'd be immortal. Or, after my mother, in that I'd be mortal. I had no way of knowing. And now, I had no one that could tell me.

Shyly, I approached the pathway ahead of me. I wanted to see everything up close. I wanted to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. That, the people (the humans) that I was seeing were not a figment of my imagination. That, they were absolutely real. Slowly, I drew nearer, I stood in the middle of the pathway. I heard a loud honking sound, someone screamed at me, Hey lady! Get out of the road! I jumped. Was he speaking to me? I ran to the other side of the path; or road, as the human had just called it. The roads, were made of bricks in colors of brown and red. They were rough, and made the machines with four wheels, vibrate as they flew by. I was amazed. Truly taken aback. This was so much more than what I ever could have imagined. My beloved mother spoke of places like this, but my mind painted different pictures. Of fairy tale like places in which the roads were made of marble and gold. And, the walk ways were covered with elegant humans, dressed in fancy clothing, that floated about like a symphony. This was nothing like that. The humans, looked worn and tired, yet, they laughed and spoke amongst each other about money and other things. What was money? I had no idea. Nonetheless, I was going to have to figure out a way to fit into this place. I had to survive somehow, and if I lived in the forest alone for, I don't know how long. I was sure that I would be able to make it in this place. I hoped that it would be easier here.

That night, my first night in a human village. Though, I believe village was too small of a word for this place. It was too big, too populated, too busy, to be merely a village. However, that, my first night, in this human place, I found myself a quiet alley somewhere in the least populated road. Found a box in that alley, and made it my home for the night. I slept there, telling myself that tomorrow would be better. Tomorrow, I would find food. Tomorrow, I would find a home. And tomorrow, I would finally find someone like me...

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Meanwhile...

Evil, is real. It harms us all. It revel's in pain and anguish. Yet, good, is also real. It pleasures in love, it strives in happiness and laughter. She, will make it. We, are certain of it. We've made a way for her, hopefully, she will find it. there communication was wordless. They needed not, use Their words to speak to each other. Such, was Their bind. Such, Their connection. Intertwined within the fabric of each other, forever. For all eternity. Looking from above, through, the Thin Glass of Life. They knew better, then any being in existence the truth behind Their own words. They'd lived it. Survived, and pushed on to be the Ones in charge. They knew, all too well, what Zita was going through. And, They initiated a plan.

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Many suns and moons set after that first day. It seemed as if the tomorrow that I had longed for, never came. It took me a few days after that first, to perfect my little box home. I found an empty cargo pallet, and lay my box upon it. Then found some tarp material, and covered it with it, just in case it would rain. I stole some cloth from different places, such as, humans that hung their clothes to dry, much like my mother used to do. In order to put them inside my box home, to keep me warm at night. I'd learned from the other orphans that lived in this place, that it was not a village, but a city. And, that the first place I'd seen when I got here was called a market. The orphans taught me how to survive. I must admit, that I was much more comfortable speaking with the children, then I was with the adults. They'd tell me that I was too old to still be about their age. Obviously, my appearance fooled them. But, it was the children that taught me how to get through each day. They showed me how to beg, how to steal, how to run... At first, I thought that running was a silly notion, and then I quickly learned why it was not silly at all. If I had not learned how to run, I wouldn't have been able to survive. One little boy, Josue, was his name, became fond of me, and I of him. He asked me questions about how I had lost my parents. He in turn, told me about his past. He'd never known his parents. They were killed just after he was born. His grandmother cared for him until he was just five, and then she died. Leaving him to roam the streets for the rest of his days. Josue, was older than me; he was seven. All he knew was the streets. And, he was very wise about them.

More time passed, though, I don't know for sure, how long. Every night I'd dream of my parents, of home, of the love that they gave me. And all the love I felt for them. Then, somewhere in the middle of the dream, it would instantly turn into a nightmare. Unwillingly, reliving my parent's slaying all over again. I'd look into my grandfather's face all over again. I'd suffer the torment of loss, all over again. Seeming like a never ending cycle, the dreams never ceased. Then, when I'd wake up, it was all too real. Finding myself inside my little box home, I'd realize how real it truly was.

One day, a man, much older then I, saw me in the street's begging. Asking me to approach his machine on wheels (which I soon learned was called a car), he spoke out loud, I can help you... Carefully I came close to the window of his car, to listen to his proposal. He scared me somehow. Everything about him, made me feel uneasy. His entire Ora caused fear to arise inside me, yet, he'd offered me help. At this point, that was what linked me to him. When I reached his car window, he took one dirty finger and removed a strand of hair from my face. The single action caused goose bumps to rise all over my body. Fear set in. He moved his lips close to my ear; I could see malice in his eyes as he did so. Yet, I was frozen, hoping that his offer for help was a good one. He came closer, Such a pretty girl like you, has no need to beg in the streets. he told me. Really? I asked still cautious, wondering what he meant, hoping that his words were true. Yes, of course. he spoke again. His tone changed, sounding to me much like the slithering of a snake. There are many things you could do. Things that many men would pay you a lot of money for. Money? I asked again. I had quickly learned that here, this so called money was the root to happiness. Indeed, pretty girl. How? How can I get money? he smiled at the fact that my question included more than one word this time. It's easy. You just have to please them. it sounded easy enough. I had lived my entire life wanting to please my parents. So, this task could not be so hard after all, I thought. Alright. How?

Tonight, when the sun sets, go to the red building at the end of this block. Ask for Mauricio. Tell them you are the new girl. Are you Mauricio? Yes, Child. I will show you what needs to be done next, then. he clarified. Alright... Thank you. No, thank you, pretty girl. I could hear the snake slithering in his tone, yet again. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Nonetheless, I needed the money. It would be the only way I would be able to survive. Possibly, get myself a home. Maybe, some food. With no need to steal anything. The thought alone caused the slightest trace of happiness to rise inside me.

That night, I went well prepared to meet with Mauricio, I'd gone earlier that day just after speaking with him, to the lake to wash my clothes and bathe. I needed to look presentable in order to please people. A dirty person pleases no one... I thought to myself. I had stolen a brush some nights ago, and that morning, I used it for the first time to brush all the knots out of my hair. I needed to look clean and proper. Finding the red building, that I'd been instructed to find, I went up to the man standing by the door and said, Hello. I'm the new girl. I was not all too sure about all of this. However, Mauricio had offered to help me with money. So, I did what I thought I should. Immediately, the large man standing at the door scoped me up and down and said, Okay, wait here. He entered the building and came back out just a minute later, Follow me. he instructed. I followed him up some stairs and in through a door. The inside of the building was old and grimy. Not something suited for a man that offered money. The walls were an ugly shade of green. Nothing like the lovely

green of my mother's eyes. This green, was rather demeaning to any shade of green I'd ever seen. They were also lined with what appeared to be rust and mildew. The stairs, creaked when they were being walked upon. The smell inside this place was revolting. I couldn't comprehend how anyone would come here for business or anything of the sort. This place was appalling. It was a disgusting accommodation and a horrendous environment. However, thinking of the money kept me in full propriety.

Chapter Three

The large man, knocked on the door in some sort of code it seemed, Mauricio. She's here. he said. Just a second or two later the door was being flung open. Mauricio, stood behind it with a large grin. Pretty girl, I see you decided to come. So nice to see you. Hello. Please come in, come in. he stepped to the side; just enough to allow me entrance in threw the doorway. I heard the door being closed behind me. I turned to see Mauricios hand holding the nob, Come child. Follow me. He walked ahead, leading me into a dark room, which contained nothing but a dirty, broken, mattress, simply tossed on the floor. I began to feel a tingle in the pit of my stomach. Fear, began to set in again. When I looked back up at Mauricio, what had once rang in his voice, now twinkled in his eyes. He had the look of a cold-hearted snake. My hands began to shake just a bit. Yet, I kept my composure. So, pretty girl. You never told me your name...

Zita. I said, still on guard. Zita. How pretty. I like it. Does it mean anything? I could hear the hissing in his tone again. No. It's just a name. I lied. My parents, named me Zita, short for Rosita, like the beautiful Roses of a lovely garden, my mother once told me. The quickest image of my mother telling me the story passed through my head. It's a lovely name.... Now, Zita... Let me show you how money is made by beautiful girls such as yourself. He locked his hand on my arm. I jumped. What are you doing? I asked nervously. Helping you get money. he said, this time the hissing snake in his voice began to sound more like a lion roaring at his prey. Let me go. I demanded. Then, with fearsome rage he pulled me in. All of it sort of went fast and slow at the same time. My memory seemed to blur one thing in with another. I remember fighting, screaming, kicking. I, not so distinctively remember, someone tossing me around. I vaguely remember, my clothes being torn off. Then, everything cleared in my mind, in the midst of it all. Suddenly, I found myself no longer fighting. As soon as I stopped fighting, his grip became just a bit looser. He had me pinned on the bed, half naked, however, not yet violated. My mind went blank, and a song began to ring in my head. Something I'd never heard before. I found myself singing along with the tune. I noticed Mauricio's gaze soften, his hands letting go just a bit more. At that very moment, I felt an inward power begin to erupt. The song began to overtake me, yet, I liked it. It felt natural. Almost, as if I'd regained a lost part of myself.

Then, I felt my eye's pierce through him. Looking deep into his soul. And, I sang. I sang a song that I'd never heard, yet, the tune of it seemed to have been etched into my soul. I found a voice, that I knew not, existed. Yet, its melody came to me as naturally as breathing. I looked up at Mauricio, gazing at his reaction. He was hypnotized. His eye's floated about in their sockets. His mind seemed lost and aloof. Then I spoke, yet my voice was not my own. It rung in harmony with the tune that I'd just been singing. The lyrics seemed to coincide perfectly with the tune. Mauricio, get off of me. I instructed, in the hypnotizing melody. Yes. he said simply and rose to his feet. Stand against the wall. Allow me room to move. I directed him once again. Yes, my Zita. he seemed in a complete daze. Now, I was his Zita. What was he thinking? I wondered. I didn't know, but at this point, it mattered very little. So long as he did as I commanded. He arose and stood up against the wall. His back to it and his palms face down, touching it. Still, his head wobbled about and his eyes danced in his head. I got up, continuing to sing the melodious, sensual tune, got dressed with no hurry, and began to make my exit. However, before I exited the room, I sang one last command to the slithering snake that made me unkept promises. Mauricio, watch me from out the window as I leave, and when you can see me no more... Jump! He simply nodded, without muttering a word.

I walked out swiftly, closing the door behind me. Made my way down the stairs, and out the building. Not looking back once. As I turned the corner, I heard a loud smash, on top of what I could only assume was the

roof of a car. Then, commotion, I walked as rapidly as I could through the streets, making my way back to my safe little box home. I was trembling from what I though was a delayed reaction to the nights scare. A million and one things ran through my mind that night as I rushed through the streets. Why was everyone so intent on hurting me? What had I ever done to anyone to deserve these things? Were all immortals and mortals alike? Were they all evil hearted beings? Why was I alone, if not for the cold heart of my own grandfather? I was tired. Tired of everyone and everything. I'd just discovered my gift. I took after my father. I was an, and possibly the only, Encantadora. I could probably do all the things that he'd once done by his own natural instinct. This, was also my nature. So, if humans and immortals alike were so fixed on doing me harm. Well, two could play at that game!

I didn't want to be a monster. I never wanted to hurt anyone. But, it was all too natural for me. And people, made it all too easy. I never intended on harming anyone. However, now knowing what I know. Feeling what I felt. Doing what I can do. There was no going back for me. I found a way to survive in the world. I found an out, where I thought none existed. I could have my way with whomever I wanted, puppeteer them, as I pleased, and they'd be none the wiser. I could toy with their emotions, their thoughts, their lives and they'd give it up voluntarily. I found one of the answers that I'd been searching for since my parent's passed away; how to live... This was how. I would enchant whomever I wanted for whatever I wanted.

My first night on my mission to improve my wellbeing, and survive this nasty place. I washed up at the river, brushed my hair to perfection, and used berries to paint my lips. As I'd seen many ladies do around here. And, became a walking, talking weapon. I must have caught the eye of an older gentleman. Or, so it seemed.

However, any man that roamed the streets at all hours of the night, in order to find a woman to lay with for money, was no gentleman. I was the image of lust for him, I would think, as he drove up close to me, by the sidewalk. Hey, lady. How much? he asked, he sounded so ridiculously sneaky. Me? I asked nonchalantly. Yes. You. How much? I'm sure you can afford me. I said then opened the door to his car and hopped into the passengers seat. The mans face lit up with a half toothless smile and he began to drive off. I instructed him to pull into an alleyway of an abandoned building, and made him follow me into it. Once in the building, I found a room towards the back of it. I watched him follow me like a puppy dog after a bone. Sit here. I told him. He sat right done, the said, Dance for me. I quickly thought, This is just too easy. then immediately started humming a tune and began to dance slowly and sensually. When I noticed his mind drift off, I began to sing my song. I stared him directly in his eyes as I sang. Slowly stopping my dancing, I sang more intently. His mind drifted quicker than a baby being sung a lullaby. He was so simple minded. Taking advantage of his state, I commenced my sung demands, Give me your wallet. . He gave it right over without breaking his gaze from mine. So, I sang some more, You don't deserve to live... When I'm gone from here, you go to the lake and drown yourself... That's how dirty old men, clean themselves... All the while he agreeably nodded with flickering eyes. What a pathetic excuse for a human begin. I thought to myself. Anger filled me at knowing that creatures such as these were the ones that intended on doing me harm. I wouldn't allow it. I would make sure that every one of the black-hearted bastards would pay for their evil deeds. I would not harm those that meant me

no harm, but I'd heard some time ago, someone quote, An eye for an eye. And, a tooth for a tooth. this would be the promise that I would live by.

Several weeks passed, I heard the towns people making remarks about the mysterious deaths. No one could explain what was happening. Yet, everyone seemed frightened. They all seemed cautious at all times. By day, I stood close to my children friends, but by night, I went about, looking for money. And my newly found method of obtaining it was fool proof. No one had to know it was me. I could keep this secret forever. Or, for as long as I would live; forever or otherwise. It was beneficial for me in many ways. So, why divulge something that could help me? And all the men that I'd encountered in my nights play were dead. None of them would tell on me either. The one thing that united them all; they were all dirty, slithering, slimy, snakes that preyed on helpless young girls much like, I, myself, once was. They didn't deserve to live. My new form of employment went on for some time. Possibly weeks, possibly months. I'd lost track of time, long ago. Time didn't matter to me anymore. What mattered was living. Making it day to day. Not, going hungry anymore. Not, being cold anymore. Having somewhere to lay my head at night. Those things mattered. Time was insignificant to me.

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Current Day The Year 2038

Broward County Florida, USA

The flying cars, floating highways and robot invasion that humanity waited for never happened. As the matter of fact, with the continuously downward spiral of economy, things just seemed to remain the same. Nothing much had changed during the years, with the exception of cellular phones becoming smaller and more advanced. And, televisions and home entertainment centers becoming increasingly larger. People, were still people. Money was still money. And, life was still just life. Still society was divided into the who could and who couldn't groups. Still government was government. And politics remained unchanged.

Hey... Mr. Epcot, couldn't the school have come up with a better field trip then the library? I mocked, trying to be funny. I had nothing better to do, really. Now, now, Mr. Valentin. A library, can be a very interesting place. Mr. Epcot, shot back. Or, maybe... the school was running low on funds. I quipped, with a smirk. Mr. Epcot, gazed at me from over his glasses. His practically balding head of hair was brushed to one side, and his sweater vest, hid his stripped dress shirt and bow tie. He placed his hands and his waist and let out a stern, Roman Valentin, see me after class. Uht-oh! I mocked in a quiet voice, so that only the kids closest to me could hear. They all giggled. Bored out of my mind, I followed the class around the library. My hands stuffed in my pockets and the hood of my sweater covering my head. I would have to admit, even if just to me, this library was pretty interesting, after all. Though, I wouldn't have said that out loud. I had a reputation to keep.

Maybe, on a day off from school, I'll shoot by here again. And, really check this place out. I thought to myself. In the meantime, I was just going to have to go with the flow, before I got stuck in detention again.

The school day dragged, but soon enough it would be over with; thankfully. Just one more month, and it'll be graduation time. One more month, and I would be out of school, once and for all. Oh, what a pleasing thought! No more, high school mumbo-jumbo to deal with. I was truly looking forward to real life. About a week had past, since my family's church youth group, had sent out the permission slips for the missions trip. The youth group was planning on going to Brazil. Not, that I was a devout Christian, like my parents. But, I was certainly looking forward to getting out and the United States, and taking a look at the outer perimeters; if you know what I mean. And, Brazil would be the perfect get away. The trip was planned for just after graduation. I couldn't wait! I had already gotten my parent's permission, packed my bags and planned my itinerary. I didn't know what the rest of the youth group would be doing. But, I was going to be having some fun! I was a wild child at heart. Or, at least that's how I liked to think of myself.

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I swung open the door, and flew up the stairs that led to my bedroom. The aroma of rice, beans and pork chops filled the air. Mom was cooking. I could sometimes swear that the smell made its way out of the house and down the street, because, it was almost as if the delicious scent would meet me half way home. It was as if my mother had an internal clock, that would tell her precisely when to start cooking, so that the meal would be ready just as I walked in the house.

My mouth was already watering. Yet, I needed my room. My sanctuary. My me place, if you will. Whenever I got home from school, my room was the one place that awaited me with arms wide open. A glorious, private, holy, organized mess. That no one, but me, was allowed to enter in. And, woe to the person that invaded my space! Like a male dog, I'd marked this place as my own. And, my own, it would always remain. I jumped on my bed and landed lying flat upon it. I'd mastered the art of flight and landing. I grabbed my magazine that was sitting on my headboard, and flipped through the pages. My mind was in need of some much deserved down time. It had been a long hard week. School, gossip, drama, blah-blah-blah... I'm a dude! I had no need for such nonsense travesty. I just wanted to get to school, do my work, and be invisible (if at all possible), and get home, without having the entire schools football team, hunt me down for no particular reason. The, eventually get some rest! Yet, that was not at all possible in my world! In my world, I had to fit into the Status-quot, Monday through Friday, eight a.m. until three p.m. be the perfect, respectful, son, three p.m. Until ten p.m. Then, be part of something special at church every Sunday. My only day to myself, to just be me, was Saturday. Saturday, how lovely is thy name. Saturday, oh Saturday, how much do I love thee? Let me count the ways! I thought to myself. Tomorrow was Saturday! Having had, my little bit of rest time, I decided that I would now go downstairs and inhale dinner, before coming back up and planning my day out tomorrow. Hey, Ma! I greeted her, hovering over her and looking into the pot, Smells good. When does it ever smell bad? she quipped. Ha! Ha!.... visible deep breath in, Not funny! I let out in a puff. My mother giggled. Considering everything, I was grateful that my mom and I had a good close knit relationship. We didn't always agree on everything. But, we agreed to disagree. So, it was good. You wanna eat now? she asked.

Duh... Okay, well, I'm not serving you. I have enough, with dealing with your dirty underwear. she teased. I laughed. You know you like it! I teased back. My mom, laughed and then left the kitchen.

Chapter Four

The night flew by faster than expected. I didn't even get the chance to plan my Saturday. Though, in my mind it was going to be simple. Saturday's were meant to be either a party day or a vegg day, so, I'd see what the day might bring. For right now, I was just going to go with the flow. See what happens. Not like I had a girlfriend to take out somewhere. I was certain that there must have been rumors flying around school about me, because of that. But, the truth of that matter was that none of the girls from school interested me. They were all the same, in my opinion. They were all too darn dramatic. Now, the drama could vary from group to group, but it was all drama nonetheless. There was the Preppy dramatic. The Emo dramatic. The Sporty dramatic... and the list could go on and on. I just wanted to be with someone normal, or as normal as humanly possible, considering they were teenage girls. You know, with raging hormones and all. That was so hard to find at school. So hard to find anywhere, for that matter. So, needless to say, my weekend, excluded any girl action. I'd been thinking about the library. I figured that maybe I'd give it a shot, and see what it was all about. It looked like a fairly decent place to go kill some time and chillax for a while. Maybe, pick up a few good movies,

or whatever. I didn't know for sure, what I would do when I got there, but I was going to go anyway. It would give me something to do.

It was almost midday when I reached the library. It was fairly empty inside. From the looks of it, most of the city had something better to do, then to sit inside a library. Good! It gave me more time to myself. Sometime passed and I heard, Pssst. Pssst. Roman. someone whispered. The voice was completely familiar. I turned. Hey Andy. I said, quietly, Wha'chu doing here? Your mom, told me you'd be here. Mm... I should have known as much. She always told Andy, where I was, why I had gone, and what I was going to do there. Andy, was that friend that you make in Kindergarten, yet, no matter how dorky or annoying he was, you just didn't have the heart to tell him to go away. He always looked like lost puppy. You couldn't help but, just let him follow you around. He was a good friend, though, I must admit. Just, a little embarrassing sometimes, to be around. He always wore his hair long, and in his face. Not, the cool, kind of long, in your face hair. It was much more like the, stringy, messy, not so great looking kind of long hairdo. But, he wore it proudly. He had a few extra pounds on him, but, it didn't matter, because the clothes he wore, were much too big on him anyway. He always, always, wore jeans with a t-shirt under an opened button down shirt and crocks. The extent of his jewelry was the single bracelet that he never took off. One strap of his back pack, thrown over his right shoulder, completed his signature style. Wha'chu looking for? he asked. Nothing in particular... just looking.

Oh. Can I hang? the soul question was a little sad. Yeah, Man... I guess. just to give him a hint, I was just looking for some alone time. You know? Oh, yeah, yeah! I totally know, Dude! he agreed, then pulled up a chair and sat right next to me, Can I see wha'chu got? Then, I assumed that he didn't catch on to my hint. Yeah. I decided not to argue and show him what I was holding. I'd been looking at a book about Brazil. I wanted to entice my naturally inquisitive spirit. I wanted to make myself even more excited, and then I already was, about the trip. Dude, did your parents sign the permission slip, yet? Andy asked. Yeah, Man. Awesome!... My folks, won't let me go. They say I can get hurt or lost or something. Dude, I'm so ticked. not, that I could blame his parents. Andy, was rather accident prone, and only God know, what mess he could get into in Brazil. He'd probably get lost in the Rainforest, break his legs, then get eaten by a wild animal. Sad, to say, but very likely. Poor guy. I thought to myself. Yeah, Man, I got lucky. Mom and Dad, signed it right away. They said something about, ' maybe this experience will make me grow up'... or something like that! Hah! Yeah, right! I told him, momentarily mocking my parents. Cool. he responded, in a rather pathetic tone. Have fun. You see? This was why; I'd kept him around for so long! No matter how bad things got for him, he always seemed to support me, like a good friend should. Thanks, Man. Yeah, no prob, Dude.

Andy and I spent a good while looking up some more information on Brazil. Just chilling and stuff. All the while, I'd noticed the lady over the counter, observing us. Yet, I tried my best to ignore her. Then, not able to keep quiet any longer, I asked Andy, Dude, why's that Librarian staring at up? What Librarian, Man? Over there. That lady, over there. I nudged my head in her direction. Oh, yeah, Man... Dude, you don't recognize her? No, Man. Should I? Yeah, Bro, She's the church's Youth Group Leader. Ms. White. She'd probably looked over here because she know us, Man. I thrust my head upwards, just once, in understanding, Oh, yeah, Dude, your right. Damn, I feel stupid. S'okay, Man. Andy giggled a little. Then, I asked, Should we go say 'Hi' or something? I dunno, Man. Maybe. Um. Okay. Maybe later. Alright. Andy, nodded his head. As soon as he did, it was like Ms. White, had read our minds. Because, next thing I know, she was walking up to me and Andy. I felt a little awkward and uncomfortable. Hello, gentlemen. she greeted. Oh, hey. Hi, Ms. White. Andy gleefully returned the greeting.

Hi. I said quickly. What brings you smart young men here, to the library today?, I could see why her name was, Ms. White. She was African-American, with what seemed like a million teeny-tiny, thin, long braids in her hair, which fell mid-way down her back. She was of average height, but with a full figure. She had very pretty small, almond shaped eyes that hid behind a very feminine set of glasses. Her nose was very cute and petite and it sat perfectly above a full set of lips. She wore white. All white. Which, I was sure, was her own little pun of her name. Yet, everything about her mannerisms, were sweet and motherly. Just looking at some books about Brazil. I answered. Oh, well. That's great. You should learn as much as you can about, Brazil. It'll be helpful during the trip. Yeah, that was the intention. I responded. Yet, truthfully, that was not my only intention. I wanted to learn whatever I could about how to have fun in Brazil. Though, I couldnt tell her that. She was the Youth Pastor. She'd drill me, for sure. Well, good for you, Roman. Wow. She remembered my name. That was cool. I didn't want to insult her by mentioning that I couldn't remember who she was until, Andy told me. Thanks. I looked down at the book once again, in order to make myself seem studious. Alright, then, I just wanted to say 'Hello'... So... Hello! Hope you're enjoying your research. I'll leave you boys to your business. and swiftly she seemed to float away. Dude, weird. I said to, Andy. Yeah, Man, No doubt. he agreed.

My Saturday was a quick one, but, it was fairly well spent. After, the library, Andy and I went back to my house, locked ourselves up in my room and played video games the rest of the day. It was bed time now. So, there I laid, on my bed, my hands behind my head and my legs crossed at the ankles. I was steady thinking about Brazil. Suddenly, I was in a poetic mood... Brazil, brazil, how lovely is thy name. More, brilliant then a million roses. More, fancy then perfect little toes'es... Okay! So, toes,es isn't a real word. But, it worked, for all intended purposes. While, in my poetic mood, the memory of Ms. White, shot through my head. That was coincidental, that she was not only the youth pastor, but she was also the librarian. Go figure! Good thing, I knew how to play it off. I grabbed the magazine that sat just above, on the headboard and began, as I did routinely, to flip through the pages... I dozed off. I never, ever, remembered my dreams. But, this one, somehow... I remembered it...

She was, without the shadow of a doubt, the most beautiful girl that I'd ever laid eyes upon. She was stunning! Her skin, was bronze, so bronzed in fact that is practically shimmered of gold. Her hair was blonde and fell to her back in long golden locks. She had a birthmark that sat directly on her right cheekbone. Seemingly in the perfect place, to accent her eyes. Those beautiful eyes, that bore an exotic Middle Eastern appeal, yet were an astonishing shade of forest green. Her nose came to a perfect little point. And, that awesome little nose sat above lips that seemed to be created for kissing. She wore a wispy dress, which floated in thin air. She was running. Running away from something, possibly, someone. Trees, fields of green, surrounded her all around. She ran barefooted. Upon looking closer, I noticed that she looked terrified, confused. She slipped, and began to fall; I could see her falling deep, deep in some sort of pit. She called for me. Her voice was almost musical, Roman... Roman... was her plea. She reached for me as she fell. Yet, I could do nothing to save her. Nothing, to catch her. I lost her...

I woke up, looked at the clock, Crap! I'm late! I thought to myself. Roman Valentin, get up! You're late! I heard my father calling from downstairs. I jumped out of my bed. Hurrying in a mad rush, trying to get ready, I threw on the first thing I could find. Roman! You're going to make up late for church! my mother yelled. I'm coming! I'm coming! I shouted back, Almost done! I ran down the stairs, and saw both my parents, my little sister and youngest brother, waiting by the door. Come on, Roman, hurry up. I wanna get this over with. my sister complained. Yeah... I wanna get this over with, too. my little brother tended to be my sisters retarded echo. I'm coming! I shouted with aggravation, at my siblings. Finally. my mother breathed out. If there was one thing that truly irked me to the bone, it was being rushed. The car ride to church was quiet. Everyone seemed to be in their own mental prison. As for me, I simply, gazed out the window. My mind was centered on the girl in my dream. It was so real. She was so real. I'd never seen her before in my life. Yet, I felt, almost, as if I knew her... somehow! Of course, that wasn't possible. She was just a figment of my imagination. I could only guess that my lack of having a girlfriend, was beginning to toy with my mind.

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The Highest Ground Spirit Realm

From above They gazed to the world below. Nothing could escape Their all-knowing eyes. Their kingdom was inexplicably marvelous. Their abode appeared to sit perfectly in the center of the most fascinating forest anyone had ever seen. The awe that came with this place, had no comparison, it could quite literally leave anyone at a loss of words. The greenery was brilliant, with never ending fields of monumental fields. Row after row of rolling striking hills. Just the look of them, could make anyone drift away into a dreamlike state. The sky, gleamed in an aurora of colors, that shown brighter than the sun, yet, no sun was needed to provide light in this place. Their fortress was made of every precious stone combined with walls of crystal. Directly in the center of the palace, lay the most crystal clear lake, any being, had ever seen. It was so clear, in fact, that anyone could literally see the rarest fish swimming in its depths. They, functioned as One. They, thought as One. Their, entire nature was that of acting as a Unit. Having been knit together, into the fabric of each other, Their communication could have been wordless. However, from time to time, They spoke, trying to maintain a human like connection with each other. Yet, at this moment They spoke telepathically, Alpha, My Love, it is good that we have warned him. Yet, it seemed that he hasn't understood Our admonishment... She then decided to open Her mouth, What can We do to make things clearer for him? Her voice rung with the song of a dozen musical song birds. A combination of delicate and strong, just as She was by Her very own nature. My Dearest Omega, He spoke, His voice was vibrant with life and caring, knowledgeable and absolute, We have to keep trying. He is still young... He was right.

This would be a challenge, of this, They were certain. They then knew what the next step would have to be, We should advise our Friends.

Chapter Five

The church service seemed to last forever. All I could hear was, Blah, blah-blah-blah... Amen. Blahblah-blah... Hallelujah... Blah-blah-blah... Amen! No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't focus; I couldn't do much of anything, really. My mind failed to wrap itself around my current reality. I was too preoccupied, too absent minded at the current moment. It was as if her image had been engraved in my head. I could hear her voice, singing my name, again and again, Roman... Roman. Someone tapped my shoulder, startling me. Hey, Man. Andy whispered. Oh, hey Man. Sup? I replied, trying to regain my composure. Dude, you look like you got a lot on your mind. Yeah... Um, yeah. I answered, and then trying to change the subject, I asked, Your parents change their mind yet? Naw, Man. he pouted. I felt bad, so I tried again, So, how was your night? S'alright. I guess... You know how it is at my place. he moped a little more, You're luck, Man. You gotta cool family. You're only saying that, cause you don't live with them! I said, trying to make him break a smile.

For real though, Bro... What's on your mind? Andy insisted. I resigned at trying to change the subject. I knew Andy a little too well. He'd never give up. I had a weird dream last night. I never remember my dreams. But, this one I remember clearly. Like it was really happening. That in itself is really weird... Anyway, that's all. Just thinking about that... You know? Oh, well, Dude! That's it? Okay... You'll be alright, Bro. A dream is a dream. No biggie, Dude. he gave me a weak little smile and a pat on my back, then crossed his eyes, trying to see if the funny face would make me smile. It did. Then, I heard shushing. It was my mom. She looked at me with a warning gaze. If looks could kill... Well, you know what I mean. This was my life, in a nutshell...

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Days, turned into weeks, which eventually turned into a month. Before I knew it, today was the grand graduation that my parents had been planning since the day I was born. Neither one of my parents got to go to College. They did things the hard way, and went to trade school at night. So, needless to say, they were elated and much happier then I was about me graduating. They had been counting on this day, ever since I could remember. The cool thing was, that they were gonna give me some time off, before I started College. But, of course, graduating High School was the first step in the future that they had planned for me. Yippee... Not! Uh! I couldn't wait to get to Brazil, and get some time off of all this stress!

My mother, just a few days before, went shopping for what she said would be, and I quote, A perfect outfit for graduation. As far as I was concerned, no one was going to be seeing the clothes, regardless. They'd be hiding underneath the ridiculous robe I was forced to wear. So, what was the point? I could go like Andy, would have. Jeans and a t-shirt. Or, I could even go commando, no one was going to be looking anyway. However, I couldn't deny my mother the pleasure that she received from this moment. So, just to make her happy, I went with it. The one thing that kept me going, and kept a smile on my face was that, this weekend, I was going to Brazil! This weekend, all the torture and torment I received in High School, would have been worth something. This weekend, my life would begin! That was all that mattered to me, right now. It seemed as though Andy's pleading and begging to his parents worked. They finally agreed to let him go. With one exception, though; I would have to be with him every step of the way. I would have to say though; it was nice having at least one real friend accompanying me along the way. I didn't really know any of the kids that were going. They were all part of the church group. I, on the other hand, was part of the forced to go to church group. And this particular club only had one other member... Andy! So, it was nice to have him tag along. At least there'd be one person there, that could relate. The events of the day and evening, blinked by. Before I knew it I was safe, at home, laying on my bed, with my nose dug deep in my magazine, dreaming of tomorrow. Ah what a life!

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Seven a.m., the alarm clock rang. Saturday morning. You see? What did I tell you about Saturdays? They are the best days in time! My bags were already packed, and waiting for me by the door. My clothes were already laid out, and ready for the flight that awaited my arrival. Id prepared everything the night before. The last thing I

wanted was to be late to the most important flight of my life. This flight meant everything to me! Rush, rush. Happy, happy. Joy, joy. Go, go. In half an hour, I was ready and waiting by the front door for the youth group van to arrive. Id already said my goodbyes and all that mess. This was it! I was on my way! I would begin my life today! The van pulled up shortly after Id sat on the front porch stairs. Everyone on board seemed either too excited or incredibly tired. Among the tired ones was Andy. Hey, Dude! I greeted. Hey, Man. responded, a sluggish Andy. You ready for this, Bro? As ready as Im gonna be. Yeah! Me too! The excitement was spewing from my pores, yet, I did everything to show nothing but calm, cool and collected control.

The view from the airplane was breathtaking. I could see the form of the country, and then as the flight drew closer to our landing zone, I could then see the form of that place. I saw from way above, miles and miles of green. It was beautiful. The landing was smooth. We landed in the State of Acre, Brazil. Our destination was a city called Feijo. It was one of the cities closest to the Rain Forest. I suspected that it would be just as amazing, if not more, when we landed. Wed land at the International Airport in or around Acre. The Rio Branco airport, or so I believe, was what it was called. I was too excited to pay any real attention. The only thing that was running through my mind was, carnivals, a cocktail called Caipirinha, soccer and girl lots and lots of beautiful girls!

Getting off the plane, collecting our things, gathering together in a group and waiting for the bus, all happened way too quickly. For me it was like fast forwarding through the events. Ms. White, stood at the front of the bus, calling our attention. Alright, alright everyone. Settle down. Theres a few things I need to go over. She loudly instructed, trying to raise her voice above all the noise. Voices began to settle down. Eyes began to shift in her direction. Ms. White continued, Weve come here to learn, help and hopefully do some good. People in this country need it. I expect that you are all on your best behavior. Right, Willy she insinuated as she nodded her head at William, and he nodded back. Then she proceeded, Our assignment here is to begin building an Orphanage in Feijo. There are many homeless children living there; on the streets. This Orphanage will give them a place to stay, a roof over their heads, food in their tummys and hopefully some stability. All the while, offering employment to some of the locals. So, guys, we must work together. She nodded again, this time at all of us. Everyone nodded in return. Analyzing them, it seemed to me that their responses were almost robotic. The speech started up all over again, From time to time, when I come here, I find one or two kids in lots of need, and bring them back to the U.S. I foster them for a while and then help them find forever homes. I hope that this time around, I get to offer some need kid, the same thing This is a learning and growing experience, Guys, not to be taken lightly. Thank you for coming everyone. Now, enjoy the ride! she finalized her speech with a huge smile. Then she sat back in her seat, near the driver.

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Considering that we arrived at night, the day was fairly empty of adventure. But, that was alright. Nothing would be able to upset me. I knew that even though today fizzed away, due to travel and such Tomorrow! Tomorrow would be it! Tomorrow, my adventure would begin! I sang a little tune in my head, Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow. Youre only a DAY AWAY

When we arrived, last night, I didnt get a really good look at the place that would be our home for the weeks to come. Now, in pure day light, I could see everything clearly. The motel, hotel, or whatever it was that we were staying in was pretty run down. But, it wasnt terrible, in comparison to some other buildings around here. Yet, in between some truly ugly buildings, there would be one or two really pretty homes and buildings, also. It was like, taking the worst living experience that youd ever had, multiplying that by twenty, then setting a Holiday Inn, somewhere in the center of it. Our living quarters, was a little bit of both worlds, run down, a bit, but not horrifyingly ugly. Yet, it was NO Holiday Inn. The youth pastor and her assistant divided the girls from the boys. Giving the girls one floor, and the boys another. Theyd apparently, mastered the art of chaperoning. Those simple things were funny to me. Didnt they realize that teens will be teens? And, if a teen really wanted to do something naughty, dividing them into groups wouldnt help. But, I guess, adults will be adults as well. They do nothing better than to exaggerate everything. I laughed internally. Today, we are going to take a walk around the city, visit some stores and places that might supply us with the materials necessary to build the orphanage We are going to team up. Ms. White, seemed to be a pro at this missionary stuff. She apparently, had everything under control. Mr. Johnston, you take Andy, Debby, Scott & Roxanne. I will take Christine, William, Roman and Abigail. Wait, wait, Ms. White! Cant Andy come with us and William go with them? I begged. I certainly did not want to be alone with people I didnt know. I suppose so. She nodded her head, sealing the deal. Cool, great! Thanks! offering my appreciation I gave her a great big smile. She smiled in return.

Then Ms. White, continued, Mr. Johnston, you can go to the East end of town with your crew. And, I will go West with my group. You have my cellphone number, correct? Yep! was all Mr. Johnston answered. Very well then. Call me if you have any questions or concerns. Yep! was his simple answer, once again. I liked this guy. Simple, straight and to the point. Thats the way the whole world should be. I guess, it was time to get to business. That was alright though! I was in Brazil and, today, was tomorrow!

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I no longer saw any use in keeping track of time. Time was nothing to me anymore. Everything was nothing, to me now. Id learned how to cope with the emptiness, loneliness and sorrow, all too well. Id learned that mortality was just as no good as immortality. That humans and immortals alike were corrupt, two timing, back stabbing, loath worthy, scum. The only beings that were worth saving were the children. They were innocent beings, they did not ask to walk the face of this foul earth, they had no choice. They were my only concern. If I could help them, then my evil ways would have been, at least, worth something. Still, no one knew my secret. Still, the humans were fretting the inexplicable deaths. Still, they walked upon pins and needles, trying not to be the next victim. Yet, still, there were nasty, black-hearted, individuals that polluted our planted with their soul presence on it. They tried to prove that they were not afraid. They tried to show others that they could out con a con man. Yet, each day, they went disappearing one by one.

I toyed with them as I wished, took the very last cent they carried upon themselves then, had them kill themselves. Then, returned home, masquerading as an innocent, homeless, teen and with the money I had robbed, I would help the children. I wished that there were more I could give them, more I could offer them. Yet, what little I had, I shared with them. They needed it. They needed a protector, and, that was me. I had heard through the grape vine, that there would be a missionary group coming to town this week. Id heard from the children that they came every year to help the community, to build and bring food and things. I couldnt help but wonder what their reason for doing such things were. And, if I so much as heard that they might have sneaky plans, Id have to take care of them myself.

A couple of days had passed since Id become aware that the missionaries would be coming. It was early morning, the sun had just arose a little while earlier. In the background you could hear the rooster call to the sun, the large trucks run down uneven roads, the people talking, and their scrambling about to get the market ready for the days business. I began to smell fresh baked bread, which fully awoke mw from my slumber. Id make a home for me and some children in an abandoned building that wed found. With the money Id obtained I very meagerly furnished it with just a couple of mattresses, for the children and I to sleep on. Id also gotten only the most important supplies, such as, pots for cooking, some plates and spoons and some sheets. Whatever food wed cook, I would obtain daily. Just little bits so as to not make anyone suspicious. The sun began to gleam through the window, making it the smallest challenge to open my eyes. I looked out the window, pulling back the plastic bag Id put up as a curtain. From down the road I heard a little boy running and yelling, Theyre here! Theyre here! he ran with euphoria. Hmm, so they are here. I thought to myself, contempt behind my own thought. This will be interesting. Josue, go see whats going on. I instructed my little friend. He jumped out of the bed, to wash his face with water, and quickly ran out the door, yelling to me from behind himself, Alright, Ill be back soon!

Children! Wake up, babies. I softly communicated to the children Id emotionally adopted. It was a joy to see their innocent eyes open every morning. You could see how grateful they were that theyd slept on an actual bed, even though that bed was being shared. Anything was better than the concrete streets and cardboard boxes. Lets go see what these missionaries are up to I told them tenderly. Okay. little Leilina, dragged out. Alright, Sweetheart. Do you think they will have food? she asked. I hope so, baby. Do you think that they will share? Leilina, was so young and tender. Shed lost her parents to a police officer and she had no family to care for her. She was only five, so I took her in and made her my responsibility. She reminded me so much of myself. So innocent, so guiltless. She needed someone to care for her. I had no one, and I would not let that happen to her. I had to learn the hard way, and I would free her from that hard lesson. Yes, Ina, if they are as nice as all the other children make them out to be, I think that they will share. I told her, in order to hide my real thoughts of them from her. My real opinion was that theyd come here, fill the children with false hopes, given them unreal expectations, then take the kids for whatever they were worth, and leave them high and dry. Full of unaccomplished dreams and broken hearts. Alright, Ina, lets get you washed up and dressed. Okay. She dragged in her innocent voice.

Chapter Six

Just a short while later, the children and I were walking down the road, Leilina, holding my hand and the rest of them not far behind. I made sure that I walked ahead of them. I was the biggest, the most mature, and the only one that appeared to be somewhat of an adult. Even though my true age, was just about the same as theirs. However, these intruders, would and could only do harm to my friends, over my dead body. And, I doubted that theyd succeed at that. Ahead, I saw a lady. From the oddest reason, I felt as if Id known her or seen her somewhere. She was oddly familiar, oddly recognizable. She was black, with long thin braids and glasses. I know that Id never met her, but for some reason, I felt as if I had. She locked her eyes upon me. She watched me approach. When I was about five feet from her, she greeted me, Hello. Ol. Her voice was inexplicably peaceful. This must be her faade her way of hiding her true self. I would not allow myself to get caught up in her deception. I looked at her. Without saying a word, I nodded my head in acknowledgment that I saw her. I walked closer. I wondered how wed understand each other as we spoke different languages. Not, that it would take me too long to catch on, that I was sure of. In the meantime, if I spoke to her at all, Id do so in my own language. Shed just have to try to understand. She waved her hand, motioning for her group, which stood behind her, a few feet away, to come close. They approached. There was a combination of female and male young adults. All of them looked to be on a mission. All, except for one! He seemed to be in his own little world. Like his body was present, but his mind was somewhere else. I looked at him, examining him, up and down. He was attractive, I would have to admit. He seemed as if he were trying to grow his hair out. It was somewhat curly; loose curls, and brown. It was somewhere between shaggy and short. He had it brushed in a wild manner, but neat. It was odd to me how that combination was possible; neat and messy. He was tall, almost six feet (if not exactly), which was considerably tall. He was also thinly muscular; athletic, I supposed. Long legs and arms. His complexion was white, yet subtly tanned. He had beautiful big round, gray eyes. Not, unlike a cat. Actually, much prettier and vivid as they seemed to gleam of silver. A rare color indeed. His penetrating eyes were covered by long, dark, deep lashes. And, all those details of his interesting eyes were hidden behind a pair of glasses. A sharp chin and nose, with pouty lips; which for a man

was abnormal in itself. But, they suited him very well. On his chin, he wore something that appeared at the attempt of facial hair, it looked like a goats beard. It was a funny little notion, yet it also suited him. When he turned and walked up with the others, his eyes sat upon me. He stared in a way that made me feel uncomfortable. My heart skipped a beat. This made me tense and unsteady. I clenched my jaw. If this guy intended on doing what so many men had attempted (and failed) to do to me before, he had another thing coming. I accidentally squeezed Leilinas hand. She squealed, Owee, Zita! That hurt! Oh, Im sorry Ina! Im sorry Baby. I felt horrible for hurting her. I bent over to console her. Her big brown eyes sat on me in acceptance of my apology. Then she smiled, and questioned, These are the people? Yes, Ina. I suppose they are. Z, do you think they have toys? she asked. The soul question hurt my heart. She didnt know what it was like to have a doll. I dont know, Baby-girl. I guess we will have to wait and see. She smiled at me, and hugged my hand. All the while, the silver-gray eyed stranger, stared; watching my every move. Nonetheless, what he wasnt aware of was that I was doing the same

************ The Highest Ground Spirit Realm

The breeze was tranquil; the entire environment was peaceful and subduing. This dream like world held multitudes of mysteries. Mysteries that only, the Higher Sources knew. Having once been human themselves, they could understand all too well, what both Zita and Roman were feeling. Having been part of both worlds at one point, they could fully relate with what challenges, Par, would also be facing, with this charge. Azriel, beloved Alpha, this is where it will begin. This is the moment. She spoke in her thoughts. Sophia, Love of mine. I am sure that things will not be easy for them. They will have even harder challenges, then what we could have ever faced. This is a love, which will have to fight until the end. The worst of it is that the fight will also be within them. This is the biggest challenge she nodded her head in agreement. Then pulling him in close, she molded herself to his form, as they watched the scene together. The time has come that he will begin to learn his true identity. He needs to learn who he really is. This is imperative for him. They thought together.

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The Lowest Ground Spirit Realm

From below he watched. Hed not forgotten about her. As the matter of fact he was watching and waiting. His initial plan had failed. This time however, this time, his plan would have to work. She could not exist. She could not go on. Her existence had to come to an end. She was a freak of nature. The worst of it all was that not only was she a Hybrid, but she had taken after her father. This was not what the Encantados

wanted. This was taboo, to them. Yet, he had to wait. He had to wait for the perfect moment to strike. If shed become that he was watching, shed be prepared for his movement. The Lowest ground was a place in the Spirit Realms that no entity wanted to admit existed. Even, the Higher Sources, were cautious of this place. However, the Encantados had made this their home. It was a perfect fit for them. No other immortal occupied this place, enabling them to inhabit it and make their own grounds within here. The angels made the Middle Ground their home. The Highest Ground belonged to the Higher Sources. Limbo, was an empty black place. Hades and heaven were the places created for humans that had passed on. Truthfully, at one point all demons lived in the Lowest Ground, yet, most demons, decided that living among the living would be a better place for them. So, they vacated the Lowest Ground, leaving only this species of demons to make their home here. And, a perfect home, for them, it was. He looked deep into the magical cauldron that allowed him a look upon the earth and all the occurrences therein. With a swish of an elongated stirring spoon, and a single though, he could see whatever he wished. His heart as black as the cauldron that held his vision. He was old, but his age did nothing to alter his appearance. He was also a handsome creature, himself. Much like all other Encantados. His protruding forehead, much like his sons was not as defined as most of their kind. Then again, he was a king among his people, and his son (was once) a prince. What king, had you ever seen, that was unattractive? While his men floated above, on the earthbound shores, seemingly fresh water dolphins, he sat below; watching. Plotting. He had much work to get done

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Earth

Hello, children, I am Ms. White. These are my friends. She pointed to the people behind her. From behind, a man walked forward, without saying a word. She continued, These are Abigail, Christine, Andy and Roman she pointed to her companions one by one as she said their names. Then the man that was by her side proceeded to translate what shed said. Roman I thought to myself. I needed to memorize that name. For future reference. I looked at her Ms. White good to know. I looked to her, patted my chest, Zita. Then tapped the children on the head one by one, telling her their names as well, Leilina, Josue, Tomasito, Lilliana and lastly, Matteo. She repeated the names after me, then said, via the translator, Nice to meet you all, Zita. ************

It was her! Oh, my sweet Lord! It was her! I could not believe my eyes. I could not focus on anything other than that. She was undeniably, real. Zita. Sweet, holy, Mother of God! Not, only was she real, but she was standing only a few feet in front of me, in all her immaculate glory. The only thing that was missing was the wispy dress and the forest that she ran in. After, quite a while of staring and practically drooling, I finally snapped myself out of it. Ms. White called my name which helped, also. I felt someone elbow me in the ribs, Dude, I heard Andy whisper fairly loudly, Check her out. Shes hot! Glancing at him quickly, I nodded my head, Yeah, Man. Absolutely. Dude, I love Brazil! Andy, continued.

Me too! I affirmed. I was trying excessively hard not to give anyone any inkling into what I was truly thinking. No one could know that Zita, was literally, the girl of my dreams. The group split up quickly, upon Ms. Whites instruction, Okay, everyone, lets go try and find some building supplies. I followed her orders; however, it only took me about seconds to re-plan the rest of my day. After all the work was done. I would leave everyone sleeping or doing whatever it was that they did and I was going to sneak out and try to find, Zita. My initial plan? To sneak out and go party. However, at the moment, I needed to find out more about her.

That night, after a quick meeting between the group and the youth pastors everyone was dismissed and sent upon their way. Having bee permissively released from our days labor, I could put my plan into action. Hey Man, you going to bed? Andy inquired. Yeah, Man. Im exhausted. I lied. I didnt want Andy or anyone to follow me. This was my own personal mission. Aw, Dude, for real? That sucks. I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out together. Naw, Man, Im sorry. Im too tired to do anything. Maybe its the time difference. Or jet-lag. I dont know, Man. Sorry. Okay, Man. Its cool. The look of disappointment on his face was rather pathetic. But, I had to do what I had to do. And, Andy, just couldnt come along. I waited for things to simmer down. For everyone to fall asleep, or go to their rooms. I was sure that half of the people that were here today, would lock themselves up in their rooms and pray, thanking the Guy Upstairs for the opportunity. I, on the other hand, had work to do. I had to go find out who was this girl of my dreams. This girl that I knew before I knew her.

When everything seemed quiet enough to make my move, I did. I quietly, opened the door to my room, looked down the hall. Nothing. I tip-toed down the hall, back up against the wall and head swinging side to side. I made my way to the end of the hall. No lights were on. I arrived at the top of the stairs. I started, tip-toeing down, and then a step squeaked. I froze momentarily. I began once again. Getting about half way down, I noticed a dim light on. It looked like candle light, and then I heard voices. Ms. White and Mr. Johnston, were speaking about something. It was hard to make out what it was they were saying but, one thing was clear, I couldnt keep going down those stairs. I went back up, carefully, then back down the hall, reentered my room. Deep breath! That was close! I stood behind my door, back to it. I couldnt believe that I was actually going to try it again. But, I sure was! I was going to give it another shot, no matter what the outcome would be. Alright, maybe not in the same way as before, but, I was going for it. Deep breath once again Here I go! I opened the door, to sneak out, back against the wall, this time in the opposite direction. I looked towards both ends of the hall. There was a window at the end of the hall. I walked towards it. Tip-toeing, with much care, the creaked, I heard the voices downstairs stop. Then I heard walking. Crap! I froze. What do I do? I ran, light on my feet towards the window. It was open, like all the other windows in the place. I ran for it! I leaped out of it! I felt my body fly through the air. I fell one story down. My body hit a small patch of landscaping. Damn it! That freaking hurt! I tumbled down a small slope. I wanted to yell at the top of my lungs. It hurt! But, I had to hold it in. It took me a few seconds to force my body to get on its feet. I got up, dusted myself off and searched around for my glasses. Found them. Then, I looked up at the window, ensuring that no one saw my stunt. No one was looking, as far as I could tell, anyway. Good! I slowly ran off, not wanting to go too fast out of fear that my limbs wouldnt function properly, I slowly but surely picked up speed. Though, every inch of me was aching, I ran down the road. When I reached the end of it, I stopped running. Now, it was time to walk.

I placed my hands in my pocket, trying to warm them from the midnight brisk weather. It was beautiful though. As I looked around, I saw one of the most beautiful places Id ever seen. Though, old, impoverished, and somewhat run down, there was a unique beauty that came with the scenery. Half the roads were dirt, and the other half were brick. You could smell the ocean in the air, even though I wasnt sure how far we actually were from it. There was the faint aroma of rain and trees that filled the air as well. It was lovely. I walked, looking, observing, and taking in the surroundings. I saw some curled up on some steps, apparently homeless and scared. Then, I saw some elders sitting at a table playing cards. Some women, where out picking up their clothes from the clothes lines. There werent very many people at all. But, the few that I saw filled this place with life. I continued walking. There was a small group of kids gathered together, chatting among themselves. One of the pointed to me, Americano. He said. I didnt know Portuguese, but I knew Spanish, so I spoke simply, Si. Yo soy el, Americano. Yes, I am the American. I spoke in both languages, I wasnt really sure why, it seemed almost instinctual. The children smiled, and one of the little boys nodded his head. He spoke in his language, and from the little bit I could understand, he asked me what I was doing here, so I answered, Busco a Zita. Im looking for, Zita. Zita? the little boy asked. Si. He smiled flagging his hand, he motioned for me to follow him, Vir me acompanhar. He said, I assumed that was instructing me to follow him. So, I did. He walked ahead of me, periodically looking back, to see it I was still following him. Id wave quickly whenever he looked back. It was about a ten minute walk from where we were, to where he led me. He pointed, Ela, est ali. He told me. That was simple to understand, he said, Shes there. I looked at the door of the building, then back at him, Gracias. Thank you, was a word that I knew in Portuguese, so I repeated it in his language, Obrigado.

Seeming pleased with my Portuguese, he smiled a great big smile once again, De nada. I waved goodbye, then made my way up the two small steps that led to the entrance door. For whatever reason, I suddenly became very nervous. I couldnt put my finger on as to why. Possibly, it was the fact that, I was out, in a country that I didnt know, alone, at night. Or possibly because, I was going to finally encounter the girl that I had dreamed about, and never forgotten. Or maybe, because I knew what would happen to me as a result of my actions. Big trouble! Big, big trouble! But, all and all, it was well worth it!

Chapter Seven

I stopped myself at the entrance, I paused, just to assess my current situation. I was in a place that I was not supposed to be, at a time that I most definitely should not have come. But, here I was. Why? I truly didnt know. Except to say that I needed to see her up close and personal, speak to her, make sure that what Id seen was not a figment of my imagination; but real. Totally and completely, real. I procrastinated, pacing back and forth, I suddenly had a case of the jitters. I was getting incredibly nervous, and was honestly considering turning around and leaving. I thought about going back and leaving, just as I had come. I couldnt believe my own actions. I was always rather impulsive, but this was just too much. Stopping myself, I crossed my arms in front of my chest and laid my chin upon one finger. Okay, Roman, think What are you going to do now? I pondered. Dont be stupid! Youve come all this way! Just do it! Go find her! I pep talked myself. I gathered my courage, Okay, okay here goes nothing. I knocked on the first door, waited a bit then knocked again. No answer. Deep breath. Try again. I walked to the second door. Thankfully, there were apparently only two doors per floor. I knocked on it, Hello? I called out, following that with a second knock. No answer. Alright, next door and try again. This was going to be interesting as it was an abandoned building. Continuing the process, I arrived to the third floor of the four story building. When I knocked on the first door, I

heard rustling behind it. It sounded much like mice scurrying around, trying to hide from a predator. So, I gave it a second knock, Hello? Al? a little something Id learned in Portuguese class, back home. I felt someone tip-toe up to the door, and stood on the other side listening. I tried again, knocking and calling, Al? Zita? Estas ah? it had to be talent in order to mix Portuguese with Spanish, then I followed that by something Id picked up from a Brazilian neighbor back home, Voc esta l? Being Bilingual had its advantages. Knowing English and some Spanish, (thanks to my parents constant nagging) made it easier for me to pick up on Portuguese a little. Not that I was even close to being fluent. As that matter of fact, even my Spanish needed work. So, you could just imagine that I could quite literally butcher Portuguese; if Id be able to understand it at all. I heard a delicate female voice respond, Sim? Quem ? She was asking, who it was. Roman I said simply, feeling a little awkward. I could feel hesitation through the door that separated us, so I tried again, Zita, Es Roman. I needed her to understand who I was. But, not knowing fluent Portuguese was hindering my attempt. Truth be told, though, I could barely communicate using Spanish. I decided that using English was probably my best bet. After all, they knew me as The American so why not right? Zita, its Roman. The American I just want to talk. O que voc quer? she was asking what I wanted, she was forcing me to speak through the door. I want to talk. Hablar, platicar, converser Talk! I tried saying the word talk in as many ways as I knew how. Acordo she said alright. Her voice was so lovely. It was melodious. Hypnotic, almost. I felt the door creak open to a small crack. I saw a strand of blonde hair fall through the crack then a single green eye followed. She was peeking, with no intent on fully opening the door. Yet, behind the protective barrier that she had set, she also seemed curious. She repeated, O que voc quer?

Can I come in? Come in? I tried my luck at the best sign language that I could conjure up, trying to show her that I wanted to come in. No! she shot back Voc no chegam! Okay, okay So I guess thats a no I scratched my head. Falar comigo! she was demanding that I speak to her. I supposed that, that was my fault for telling her that I wanted to talk. Alright Um Okay My name is Roman. Sei que! Wow! She was not being easy. She treated me as if I were a complete idiot. However, she might have been right. I should have never repeated my name when I was sure that she knew it by now. She began to tap her fingers pretty fervently on the door as she held it shut. It was obvious that she was losing her patience. I didnt know what to say next. So, I decided that this would be my last intent. Using my pathetic excuse for sign language, I began, I know you I think. I stopped for a second, to try to make sense of my own words, the tried again, Ive seen you been. In my dreams Why? No percebo o que disse. I could hear the agitation in her tone now. Feeling defeated, I lowered my head. Never mind Im sorry Goodbye. I turned with embarrassment abounding the, I left.

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I couldnt help but believe that this boy was crazy. He was either crazy of desperate. Why would he come to my meager home, at this time of night, when he obviously could not communicate with me? What a

foolish kid! What could he have possibly wanted at this time of night? And, with me, nonetheless? He didnt even know me. Crazy Americans! my mind yelled out. That being said, I did have to admit, I didnt feel intimidated around him as much as I did around the others. There was an odd feeling of familiarity that surrounded him. As if I knew him. Or, even, as if I was supposed to know him. That in itself was different. I was going to have to be sharp about the way I approached this guy. I would not let him wrap me up. I was too smart for any games, from anyone. Especially, from pathetic male humans. American, Brazilian, or otherwise. Their lies, games and frauds wouldnt get me this time. I knew too much about their kind now. Also, I had the children to look after. I stood behind the door, thinking, when I felt a tug at my skirt which snapped me out of my train of thought, Zita, Im cold Leilinas voice was so saddening. Alright, Baby-girl. Ill go find you something to keep you warm. Ill be right back. I quickly moved and got to business. Finding some covers that Id hidden precisely for these cooler nights, I tucked her into bed. Z, who was at the door? No one important, Ina Now, go to sleep. I kissed her on the forehead, which quickly brought back a memory of my mother. Hanging on that memory, I began to tell Leilina one of the stories that my mother told me once; what seemed like long ago. Paying close attention, her eyes began to close and her mind to drift off. I looked around, all the kids were sleeping soundly, then I was able to release what I held inside. I took in a deep breath, and let it out with the sobs of a broken heart. The sobs that Id been holding in for a long time. I remembered. I hurt. And, my heart was breaking all over again. The cry was wrenching, and I knew it. Yet, I couldnt stop myself. I couldnt control it. It was something that was bigger than me. It over powered everything within me. The emotion was many things. It was loss, anger, fear, confusion, and mourning. It all oozed out, withholding nothing. I sat on the floor, next to the bed where the

children lay; I curled myself up into a ball and cried. I cried and wept until I could no longer feel myself present, within myself. I felt as if the emotion had taken over, and the real me, had been misplaced. At that very moment, the only thing that I desired most of all, was for someone to hold me. Someone to wrap their arms around me without hypocrisy or judgment, with love and honesty, and tell me that everything was going to be alright. Yet, I was not allowed those comforts. I was meant to suffer. And, that was exactly what I was doing.

There she was, the image looked something like looking through water. I could make her out clearly, yet, everything seemed dreamy and vague. She floated in still motion. She was as beautiful as I remembered her to be. An angel in every sense of the word. My mother was nothing but, and angel to me. Her auburn hair drifted about with the breeze. Her green eyes pierced me, right at the heart. All the love I felt for her stirred up inside me, all over again. Mamma? I asked at first, Mamma I felt a knot form in my throat all over again. Mamma! I tried my best to move forward and touch her without disturbing the image. She was so near, yet, so far. Zita, My lovely little girl. Her voice was soft, full of emotion and delicate, How Ive missed you, my sweet girl. I reached my hand out to touch her, trying hard not to distort the view of her, as it seemed so delicate that it might just fade away, Mamma, Ive missed you so. I love you Her seemingly dreamy voice spoke again, Im sorry, my dear little girl. It is not fair that you have to endure such pain. Her eyes saddened with the comment, and then a single tear rolled down her check. Mamma I just couldnt say anything else. Words failed me. I had to focus excessively hard on what I wanted to say, which was not much, Mamma What should I do?

Tender love and care filled her vision, she had the same look that shed have whenever her answers seemed to her as common sense. As short and as simply as she always did, she answered me, Live Love, my sweet girl The emotion that came with the scene engulfed me; I drew in a deep shaky breath, Yes, Mamma I nodded. Not wanting whatever this was to end, I reached out just a bit further this time, Mamma, please, dont go. Dont leave me. Please? my last word was released with an uncomfortable sob. Her voice even lighter than just a moment ago, I love you, Zita even softer this time, Zita she began to fizz away, and her voice echoed Zita Zita and, just like that she was gone. I felt someone shaking my knee and calling, Zita. Zita. Wake up, Zita. I jumped to attention. It was Josue, calling me. He looked at me, apparently content that he was able to awaken me from my dream; or vision. Whatever it was. Zita, come on. Get up. The Americans are coming back today. I am sure that they will have some food and things. I rubbed my face, and it was wet. I had been crying in my sleep. The dreamy tears that ran down my face were real. I got up and shook myself off, Alright, just give me a little bit. Ill be ready right away. I just want to wash up and get ready. Josue, nodded his head in acceptance.

I could see the Americans coming towards us. The lady, the one in charge, Ms. White, wore a humungous smile displayed on her face. She looked elated to see up. Then upon looking further, I saw why. The group of people behind her (this time more than the last time), carried boxes filled with things. It seemed as if she were happy, because they bore gifts. I was still not fully convinced of anything, as it pertained to anyone. And much less, from a group of humans that I did not know and could not understand.

There he was, the boy, Roman. Walking at the end of the small crowd, his face showed confusion and embarrassment. He could not seem to fix his eyes on anything, much less me. The mortification, kept him from looking at anyone, in the eyes. It was actually, quite sad. Yet, he carried a box, like everyone else. The children quickly became excited and jumpy. Leilina pulled on my shirt, Zita, what do you think that theyve brought? Presents? Magic? her imagination was something to be admires. The innocent mind of a child was endearing. Well, Im not sure Ina, I guess we are going to have to wait and find out. She began to clap her hands in excitement. Okay, okay! she was so happy. The lady, Ms. White, spoke, once again her tone producing some sort of calm inside of me. It was odd but, I once again listened, Hello, children. She waved, We brought some things for you. I hope you like them. The translator spoke immediately after her. She nodded while she watched him speak, smiling and seemingly happy with the translation. Awaiting her turn, she continued, These guys are going to be sitting here, she pointed to the ground, And you can walk to them and get some things. She signed with her hand in the direction of the translator, instruction him to interpret. When he was done, she began to tell the guys that came with her, where to sit, and then quickly the children that surrounded them began to swarm in their direction. The full boxes maintained the childrens attention, trying so very hard to get a peek inside, they looked over each others shoulders. I decided to sit, exactly where I stood and just watch. The Americans began to pull clothing, knickknacks and food from the boxes and distributed them to the children. Roman, sat in the back of the small crowd, with his box directly in front of him. I watched him, knowing that from time to time he snuck a peek at me as well. The kids that went up to him walked away with a series of different items. Note books, pencils, books, small toys, and such. When Leilina saw this she ran in his direction, What do you have for me? she asked sweetly.

He answered her in a language that was not American, and was not my own. The very same language that he spoke to me the night before. Though, somewhat distorted to me, I could still understand it a little, Guard esto, solo para t. He spoke slowly, trying to make her understand. He was saying that he was saving this just for her. He used his hands as a tool for translation, Como te llamas? he asked he what her name was. Leilina. She patted her chest. Really? You have something just for me? Si. Yes, he told her. He looked at her over his glasses and then proceeded to ask her if she wanted it, Lo quieres? Yes! Yes! I want it! she begged in a jumpy happy childish way. Hummm, Yo no se Deveras que lo quieres? he was apparently teasing and playing with acting is he was not convinced that she really wanted the gift. Oh, yes, yes, yes please, please, please Can I have it? Leilina begged playfully desperate. Her childish begging was very cute and heartwarming. Then Roman, spoke in English, Alright. Here you go. From the box he pulled out a small, bright pink box. It has all sorts of little decorations written on it. Something pretty and suited for a little girl. Leilina, gassed, and then she threw her hands on her cheeks and gasped again. Her big brown eyes lit up like Id never seen before, Really? This is for me? They spoke different languages, but there was no need for an interpreter for them to understand each other. Roman smiled, Yes. He nodded, still speaking slowly. Wooooow! she grabbed the small box out of his hand and turned the opening in my direction, then ran to me, forgetting to give him thanks, Z, look! Look! It was a beautiful doll; blonde with a beautiful dress. She looked like an angel, like a dream woman. You see, Zita! They did bring toys! Leilina said in ecstatic innocence.

Yes. I suppose they did. I was jealous of her, somehow. Not because she received a gift and I didnt, but because she could see good in everything; I couldnt. I truly admired that little girl. I smiled a little smile to her and kissed her forehead. Go play with your doll, Sweetheart. Okay! I sat there for a while longer, watching the exchange between the visitors and the children. It please me to see the genuine joy in the kids faces whenever they got something that they really liked. After a short while of gift giving, the Americans began to collect their empty boxes, and sort themselves for their trip back to their living quarters. They stood up, dusted themselves off, picked up their belonging, and spoke amongst one and other. I simply sat quietly and watched. Their exchanges were interesting. He, began to walk my way. He still carried his box under his arm. He also, still looked embarrassed. Yet, he sucked it up and came towards me, regardless. I began to feel my nerves build tension inside, and my heart was practically pounding in my throat. Hello, Zita. My eyes got hard and my nose flared. It was angering that he had the audacity to come talk to me after the ridiculous charade that hed come to my home to bring the night before, for no reason what so ever. I thrust my head upward, did not say a word knowing that body language could speak loads, and listened. I didnt know what he was saying, but I was sure I could understand his body language as well. He spoke in English again, not the imitation Portuguese that hed used with Ina, I dont know if you can understand me. But, I have something for you too. Im sorry about last night. It will never happen again. His tone seemed modest and sincere. I watched out of the corner of my eye, without saying a single word. He reached into the box, from which he pulled out another smaller wooden box. It was impressive, I must admit. It was indeed wood, but had been painted with a white base color. The artist had used very feminine colors to paint pretty little flowers and ribbons to adorn it. The lid had a lock that sealed both halves together. There was a key that opened the lock hanging off of the ribbon, which was fixed to the top of the box. He pushed the decorated box to me softly, Here. Its for you.

I put my hand on my chest and looked at him, this was my way of asking him if it was for me, Its for me? as asked in my language slowly. He nodded, Yes. Its for you. Take it. He said softly. I could only assume that he was telling me that it was mine. I carefully reached for it. Pulling it closer to me, to observe it better; it was so pretty. So, craftfully decorated, Open it. He said. I was confused. I could not understand what he was telling me to do. He set the big box on the ground, next to him. He moved very carefully. Almost as if he measured his own actions. Carefully, he lifted his hands and reached for the box. I tensed. I considered dropping the box. What was he doing? He repeated, Open it the very slowly he reached over, took the key that hung off the little box, and opened the lock. He gradually opened the lid. I was amazed! In awe! When the lid came completely open, a miniature, wooden lady, whom stood upon a heart, stood up. Then the box began to sing. The little wooden lady began to dance in circles, to the music, dragging the red heart to which she was fixed to around with her. My mouth flew open. My eyes were fixed on this little treasure chest of music. I looked up at Roman, still in amazement. He smiled with a small soft curl of the lips. It felt like I amused him, somehow. But, I didnt care at the moment; this little wooden woman lived in the box and danced to the music it contained. That was incredible. Roman spoke delicately again, Its a music box. I still didnt know what he was saying, but I repeated him as it seemed that such was his implication. Its a music box? I echoed in a question. He seemed surprised, Yes Yes!... A music box. Then he pointed to the beautiful little box, Music box he said for the last time, softly, with the gentle smile curling his lip once again. He said something else, I really wish that you could understand me You are the girl of my dreams then lowering his eyes with a smidgen of resignation displayed in his form, he continued, Enjoy your music box. With those last few words, his once happy demeanor seemed the slightest bit downcast. I looked at him over once again and bowed my head in acceptance and appreciation, Obrigado.

With a quick step back, he shifted his weight on his feet and breathed out, Youre welcome. Then turned his back to me and walked away. I didnt know what to make of this. It was very odd to me that a human would give me anything. And much less give me something, expecting nothing in return. I would have to wait and see what would happen.

Chapter Eight

I could not really put into words how embarrassed I felt. I felt like a complete and utter fool. What had possessed me to go out there at that time of night and try to talk to her? I mean, seriously; what the hell was that? That was the most stupid thing that I think I had ever done. I needed to make amends with her, somehow. So, I took advantage of our trip into town to see the kids, in order to do so. While we were preparing the boxes that we were going to bring along, I saw the music box. I cant say for sure what it was about it that just seemed like the perfect gift to give Zita. When I opened it, and watched the little doll spring up and dance, then, heard the music play, I could somehow imagine Zita, doing the same. Be that as it may, I would probably never know why Id seen her in my dreams, why I felt so attached to a girl I knew nothing of, if I would ever be able to understand and communicate with her, or even if shed accepted my gift of reconciliation. This was a difficult situation for me. It seemed that my initial plans of partying had completely changed in the matter of a couple of days. This one thing No; this one girl made me change my mind and focus entirely. This wasnt me! This person that was using my body and brain was not Roman. Roman, was an average, fun loving guy. But, this person that had taken control of my heart was not me! What in the world was going

on with me? What the hell, Roman? I questioned myself. But, it was me! Every thought, every stupid action, everything that had lead me to this very moment was me. Roman Valentin. Your average every day, CubanAmerican guy. Now, that I had this fixation with a beautiful girl Well, who wouldnt? She was an angelic figure of a girl. She was exquisite in every way. Man, Im only human! at that moment, I realized that I was probably being too hard on myself. Yet, maybe, I wasnt. I felt torn and divided inside of my own mind. What in the heck was happening to me? Is that what women did to men? For Christs sake, I was being absurd I think. And what happened next would be something that I would have never, ever, in my entire life expected

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The four weeks that we were meant to spend in Brazil, flew by faster than I would have expected. We finished our missionary work, started the construction of the orphanage, leaving Brazilian people in need of work, finishing it. Furnishing everyones need in doing so, and we got to know the people and the children better than Id expected, as well. Id gotten there expecting to have fun and mess around, yet, I did just the opposite. The way that Zita, captivated me, made me want to work in order to spend more time with her. All the while, Andy was hanging around, doing his thing, also. She never really grew to trust me during that time. Though, she no longer seemed as scared or precautious as before. We never, really broke the language barrier between us either, yet, I never stopped trying. The night before we were to go back home, Ms. White, sat to have a meeting with the group. Guys, first off, I want you to know that, I am very proud of the work youve done in these last weeks! You never let me down. I am more than happy to go back home, with my head held up high, in order to tell everyone about everything that we as a whole accomplished over here You guys were amazing! Thank you!

Teasing her, I said, Duh Recognize! and followed that with a snap of the fingers and a twist of the neck, making all the guys around us start to giggle. Ms. White smiled and continued, Very funny, Mr. Valentin. To which I answered, Anytime. and tossed her a wink. She began to conclude her speech, I dont know how many of you know that, while I am here, doing the missionary work, I also put forward an attempt of bringing back home one or ( if Im able) two orphans with me. I work with the government in trying to get them good homes and adopted in America. This time, I was able to bring home two. And, I decided upon the following two, because it was obvious to me that they needed one and other. Everyone looked at her in anticipation of the punch line, Guys Ive made it possible to bring Leilina and Zita, with us to America. The news jolted me; in a good way! Like I said before, it was the last thing that I expected! Just that morning, I was saying my goodbyes to them. I cant tell you how happy I was to hear of the news. Words cannot explain the euphoria. She was coming with us! She was coming to America! She was coming! Oh, my goodness, I wanted to scream, clap, jump anything! But, my body remained frozen and my lips sealed. However, my heart was jumping in my throat. This was beyond belief! YES! O.M.G! Thats amazing, Ms. White! Abigail practically screamed. Thats like totally, like a big deal! O.M.G, Im like W.T.F I cant believe it. Was it like a mega big choice? I.O.W was you like, M.Y.O.B, then it just hit you? she was wide-eyed with anticipation of an answer to her babbling. However, I think that no one really understood her, therefore she received no answer. Well, KK, obviously no one wants to answer me. A.A.M.F you guys could have just been like, I.D.K Abigail, M.Y.O.B anyway W.E. Y.B.S Forget yall. We all just stared, blankness displayed on our faces. As the matter of fact, it kind of seemed like Andy might have understood her, but he seemed too embarrassed by the fact, so he just played along with the rest of us.

Just to keep the mood light, I decided to open my big mouth, Like O.M.G! L.O.L! Abigail, looked at me, rolled her eyes then got up and walked away. All the others couldnt help but laugh. I couldnt help myself. She got man but, oh well. I was in too good of a mood, to let anything ruin it.

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The Highest Ground

It would seem that everything was coming together just as They had planned. Zita and Roman, had met. It also seemed that love was brewing. This was good. This was just what Theyd wanted to happen. Yet, life was much like a board game. Theyd lay out the game plan, but each play was self-determined. The only difference here, was that there was a destiny in plan. A final destination for them. However, this destiny would and could only take place it they (Zita and Roman) followed their hearts. This in itself was a challenge for the. They were still very young. But, age wasnt their only limitation. Their emotions were also getting in their way. Zita, held anger and vengeance in her heart, and Roman, held confusion and insecurities in his. How, could this be mended, if not by their own efforts? In order to reach their fates, theyd have to learn how to fight and survive. Deciding on using her words, even though it was not truly necessary, She spoke, Her voice was magical and melodious. Much like an orchestra of angels, My Love, My Existence, We have done everything that We could, up until this point in order to direct them somehow. I can only hope that they learn to follow their hearts His voice had ageless wisdom of ancient knowledge, the foundation of a high-tower, and the fortitude of an eternal angelic army, My heart breaks for them. I can feel her sorrow, his confusion. I can relate to not

knowing or understanding. We must try to do more I can sense evil brewing. Something is going to happen to them. Something that will try them to their very core.

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The Lowest Ground

I propose that we form an allegiance. We have a mutual problem that needs fixing. I believe that our work together would be beneficial for both parties involved. His speech was as poisonous as any venom. Yet, the smoothness of his words were much to persuading. Such was his nature. He was made to be convincing and enticing. He was created to brainwash and deceive. And, he did it all too well, What say you to my proposition, Uriel? Uriel was no fool. Hed not served as the light and fire of the Higher Sources since the beginning of creation, for nothing. He was as old and knowing as time itself. Hed fought alongside the likes of Gabriel and Michael, there for he was a deity. The soul barer of the light, fire and wisdom. He was not one bit the simpleton that, Tievel, made him out to be. Yet, Uriel, was a quiet being, only speaking when completely necessary. However, when he did speak, it was known. No one would deny the power in Uriels words. He considered the proposal with a lot of thought, the finally he gave his answer, Yes. When he opened his mouth to speak, the majesty in his voice was undeniable. Well, that is grand. Quite the news, it is, indeed. Tievel, Zitas grandfather, replied, Shall we expedite our plan, then?

A thunderous voice, of a beautiful being, sounded again, First, tell me why. Uriel could quite literally be the most beautiful of any angelic figure. He was the Angel of Light and Fire. Many cultures called him the God of the Sun, others know him as the Fire of God or the Angel of Light. He was ravishing. Just like most angels, he stood over six feet in stature. All muscle. His hair was golden blonde and fell in spirals, to his chin. His face was chiseled and strong. Like a sculpture of ancient Greece. He wore facial hair, but very neatly kept; it too was blonde. His eyes were strong and fiery. They resembled a comet entering the atmosphere. He wore majestic clothing, of robes and jewelry, in colors of purple and gold, all of it lined in flecks of real ruby. Tievel, began to explain the situation, Some years ago, my only son, fell in love with a human. As you know, this is not licit for our kind. This love produced a child. She is not like any of our kind. She in neither human nor immortal. She is something else entirely. A creature that lingers in humanity and immortality. She is a menace for all existences. She cannot be trusted, she cannot be understood, and most importantly, she cannot continue to exist. She can harm our kind, your kind, mankind. This is why I ask for your allegiance. This union is sure to end this threat Do you understand? Uriel nodded his head only once, What can she do? he asked simply. She can live among humans with no difficulty. Yet, she also bares the powers of my kind. More so, being half human, it is hard to determine what she might truly be capable of. I see. Very well, then. Now, shall we? extending a hand, Tievel, invited Uriel in his Hall to look through his caldron, in order to see the so called, impending threat. Together, they walked through the opening of the door way, side by side. Then suddenly, Uriel summoned his sword by simply using his thought. Like a flash, his sword of fire was sitting at Tievels throat, If you are lying to me Encantado, I will kill you. His statement was spoken so matter-of-factly that it left no room for doubt of bargain.

Slowly and gently Tievel, lifted a single hand towards the fiery sword holding his hand over Uriels and carefully moving it downward, I will assure you, that this is nothing but the truth. Tievel said while also looking at Uriel in the eyes. Together, they walked into the Hall, to look through the magical caldron

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Earth, Brazilian Rainforest About Seven Years Earlier

Edeli, dont wander off too far. Please, it can be dangerous out there. her mother called out. Mommy, Im not a child anymore. Im eighteen years old. I think I know how to keep safe. Edelis voice sounded irritated with her mothers constant worrying. The over protection sometimes, just got completely out of hand. Edeli, just listen to me, once in a while without attitude please. Its going to get dark very soon. The rainforest is no place to be in when its dark Things happen. Her mother could barely see her now. Im going to stay right here, until you get back. This way we wont lose each other. there she was, being over protective all over again. It was inevitable. This was the way she was, and shed never change. Aware that her mother was just a bit too careful sometimes, Edeli decided to go into the forest and explore. Learn more about it and all the secrets that it hid so well. Hearing her mothers voice fade into the

background, she finally felt free, so she went in further. In the distance, she heard something. But, whatever it was; was not a sound of nature. She went closer to try to get a better listen. Music. She heard singing. Oh, and what a lovely song it was. The voice was a mans voice. Yet, magical. His song began to captivate her, drawing her in closer. She pushed the greenery away from her as she walked closer and closer to the song. This time she could hear the words clearly. Come here closer The instructions being given via the song were hypnotizing. Edeli, had no choice but to adhere to them. What is your name? She replied to the voice, without yet, having seen the body from which it came, Edeli. Intrigued as to whom was singing to her, she asked, in an almost dream like state, What is your name? No! My name is none of your concern suddenly, the singing became demanding, but never once lost its beauty, You are no mine! What? Edeli, demanded. Then from behind the greenery, the figure of a man emerged. But, what an exquisite man he was. Instantly, Edeli, was taken by him, as if, she couldnt control herself. As if, her independent choice of emotions had been stolen from her. The man scrutinized her well, from head to toe. He no longer sang to her, this time he spoke, his voice was soft and delicate, You will serve me well. Edeli, had, in that instant, totally lost her free will. Her eyes began to flutter uncontrollably in their sockets. Her mind became captive to this strange man. And, before she knew it her life changed forever

In the blink of an eye, time flew by. Shed been locked and enslaved, not able to escape this place she in which she was stuck. How did it happen? Shed no clue? One moment she was in the rainforest, snooping around, and the next she was in some sort of dungeon by day and serving as a slave, with shackled neck, arms and legs, by night. Her Master? The very same man that sang to her that fateful night.

Shed been captured long enough to have analyzed things fairly well. Shed seen others like him. But, they, were truly and completely coldhearted beings. With pretty faces and bodys but with disgustingly ugly foreheads and souls to match. They treated her like scum that walked the face of the earth. Beating her, pushing her around, even spitting on her and calling her a worthless human. This, she could tell, bothered her Master. But, apparently, he felt embarrassed by that fact, and did nothing to defend her. But, Edeli, could see past that. She could see into his heart, and she knew that he was not like the rest, no matter how hard he tried.

Chapter Nine

Time passed, and things began to change. One day Edeli, gathered enough courage to speak, Master, you are not like the rest You are kind Thank you. He gave her a penetrating look that rocked her to the core. Shed momentarily thought that shed crossed the line. Fear set in. His soft, pleasant voice spoke, No. Thank you. What? She could not believe her ears. She was shocked! Flabbergasted! He slowly approached her; he stood in front of her. Only an inch or so away, then spoke again, But, I have a problem Edeli, barely gathered enough courage to look up at him to see his eyes, Yes, Master. What have I done wrong? she quickly and hesitantly asked, afraid that she was going to get into terrible trouble, then she decided it was better to be safe than sorry, I am truly sorry, Master I know not, what I have done wrong. But, if you tell me, I will fix it. I promise. She said as she lowered her eyes to the ground, afraid of disrespecting her Master.

Time passed, and things began to change. One day in particular, Edeli, gathered enough courage to speak, Master, you are not like the rest... You are kind... Thank you. He gave her a penetrating look that rocked her to her core. She'd momentarily thought that she'd crossed the line. Fear set in. Panic began to make her tremble. His soft, pleasant voice spoke, No. Thank you. What? She could not believe her ears. She was shocked. Flabbergasted. He slowly approached her. He stood in front of her. Only an inch away, then spoke again, But, I have a problem. Edeli, barely gathered enough courage to look up at him to see his eyes, Yes, Master. What have I done wrong? she quickly and hesitantly asked. Then dropped to her knees. Begging him to spare her life without verbalizing a single word. Afraid that she was going to get in terrible trouble, she then decided it was better to be safe than sorry, I am truly sorry, Master... I know not, what I have done wrong. But, if you tell me, I will fix it... I promise. she said with her head lowered to the ground, afraid of disrespecting her Master. My problem cannot be fixed. Kneeling down, he closed the tiny gap that separated them, and then lifted her chin, obligating her to face him. Master? she asked in confusion. Zavier grabbed a hold of her arm and lifted her to her feet. Then pressed himself close to her, giving air no room to move between them. You are my problem... he said, his eternally soft voice rang in her ears. Tremors began to take her over. Please, Master. she begged, I am so sorry. Tell me what I've done wrong. I will fix it. Slowly, her Master, leaned in, I never answered your question... My name is, Zavier. he whispered then gently he placed his lips over hers. And passionately, he kissed her. Both, of them felt fear, at first. Then, love. Nothing, but love. Unconditional, pure, true love.

Sweeping her up into his arms, Zavier picked Edeli up and carried her to his chambers. He could still feel the shivers that she exuded. He gazed at her as her carried her away. She's so beautiful... he thought to himself. Her skin was the deepest and most vibrant shade of golden bronze. Her hair. Long lock of auburn and red, yet netted and tangled, due to her many months of servitude. Her eyes were as green as the Amazon itself. And, her features almost royal in their perfection. Looking, down into the opening cleavage of her blouse he took in the sight of her bosoms, that were plump and perfect. He could feel the form of her body against him. It too was perfect. Every curve exactly where it should be. Edeli, too, even in her fear filled state, took in a better look at him. Zavier. Her Zavier. He was so incredibly handsome. Not, like the others. The others were handsome too. Yet, Zavier, out did them all. Even his forehead was not as pronounced as the rest. He had milky skin, which flickered with hints of olive. His eyes as blue as the waters that he swam in during the day. His hair blonde and long, falling at shoulder length. He was strong, and masculine. Yet, gentile and enchanting. The only thing, that Edeli knew, right now, was that she was totally and completely in love with this being. Man or otherwise. At that moment, they knew and realized that their, life would and could never be the same as it was just moments ago. He could never again be her Master, as she owned his heart. And, she could never again be his slave, as he submitted to her rule. They were now, equals. She was his mate, and he, was now a demon in remission. That night, at that very moment, he allowed her to wash up, and together they ran away, unshackling her once and for all. They wanted to start anew. Possibly, make a life together. They loved each other. This alone was worth fighting for.

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Present Day

The trip was long. Id never flown before that day. I did not even realize that such machines existed. It took me sometime to finally decide on coming to America. But, truth be told, I did it for Ina. She needed to get out of Brazil, she needed a better life, and the American-humans, had promised her one. Yet, Id not let her come alone, just in case it was all a scam. I needed to be close to her in order to protect her. We were being promised a different life when we got to the United States. We were told that shed be going to school. Wed have homes and food every day. Clothes and many things would be supplies to us; including money. If all this was true, I wanted to see it happen for myself. The boy; Roman, he stood carefully in the background the entire time. It was sad, actually. Though, I didnt really trust anyone, he was someone I could relate to, somehow. I could tell, that in his group, he was the odd ball out. The outcast, if you will. He wasnt like the others, yet he made it work. He was obviously different from them, but, it didnt seem to matter to the rest of them. And, he dealt with it all, rather well. All in all, even though things were happening quite quickly, something inside of me, told me that everything was going to change. I wasnt sure how, but, I knew something would happen.

For the window of the airplane I could see the clouds floating by, and wondered how such beauty could be hiding in the sky. Such amazement and wonder, lingered just above us all. Whoever or whatever created this loveliness could not have had bad intentions in doing so. That Higher being, had to have nothing but love moving it into creating such splendor. I was awestruck with every drifting cloud. So much so that sleep failed me. After some time of living amongst the cloudy sky, I began to see land. That too was filled with grace and vibrancy. Before long, I could see things become closer and many things resembled toys, due to the distance.

The entire time that we traveled, I had Leilina, right by my side and I could sense eyes watching me. Ever so often, I looked to my side and noticed Roman, looking away as if he had not wanted to get caught staring and me. All if this was so new to me, so different. I felt like a child being led by the hand. In some inexplicable way, I felt the slightest bit of security in it all. But, just a little. It felt more as if confusion, suspicion and disbelief commanded most of my emotions. On the other hand, I was long overdue for a change. For a difference, to the life I was living. Sure, I could defend myself more than necessary, with my gift. And, yes, I was not your normal human. Nonetheless, I needed something different. I craved an innovation. However, I maintained my gift at guard, just in case things got ugly. No one knew of it, and no one would ever find out.

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She was so beautiful; more beautiful, to me, than words could ever explain. She looked like, spoke like, moved like an angel. She almost drifted along, almost as if her feet never touched the ground. I just could not explain, I could not describe what it was that was happening inside of me, when it came to this girl. I, in some weird way, felt so connected to her. I felt oddly joined to her in some way. Id never felt like this for any girl. Girls had always remained a mystery to me. A mystery, not worth discovering. But, suddenly, all that changed. Suddenly, they mystery that was Zita, the girl of my dreams, was nothing, if not completely worth discovering. I had to find out. I had to know. I had to had to! The entire airplane ride home, I watched her. I, observed her every move. I, watched as she cared for Leilina. I. looked and observed as she discovered the sky and everything therein. She was fascinating. Intoxicating. I, no longer mattered to myself. She mattered. If only I had a way to tell her that. If only I could find some way to explain that to her. I would have to figure something out, and soon.

We were about to land. Here things were different. Here, guys would see her and she would become an instant challenge. Guys would be all over her. And, knowing the way that she was, I knew shed turn them down, and theyd view that as a sport. Then, do nothing but, hound her every day, until someone would eventually win her over. I had to get on my Ps and Qs. I was going to have to conger up some plan on what I was going to do, and how I was going to go about it. Before anything, she needed to find out how I felt about her.

Just as we were about to land, the airplane began to experience a rare sort of turbulence. It was very weird, typically, turbulence doesnt happen when you were so close to the ground. Then, I heard a loud thud on top of the airplane. I looked around for a moment, no one seemed to have noticed it. All everyone apparently noticed was the turbulence. Yet, no one seemed the least bit concerned. I looked over at Zita, her eyes became fixed on the ceiling about her; at the roof of the plane. Was it me? Or, did she also hear the thud? I started to hear stomping, as if someone were walking directly across the roof of the airplane. This wasnt possible. We were still flying. Plus, no one could do that. That would be impossible. I looked around, trying to find Ms. White, yet I didnt see her anywhere. I assumed that she must have been in the restroom or something like that. I looked over to my side, Andy, sat there fast asleep unmoved by the happenings. The stomping became louder, closer. I heard a loud exploding noise. I couldnt explain what it was except to say that it made me very nervous and it hurt my ears. I grabbed my ears, and then looked over at Zita, she also had her ears covered. No one else did, What the heck is going on? I thought. In a motion that seemed like magic, someone came in through the door. He literally, walked right through it. This mas was huge and strong1 His enormous frame was ripped, like some sort of body builder. He stood straight up, at over six feet in height. He had long blonde hair, strong rugged features and eyes that were lit up like flames. I was in shock! I scoped the room quickly to see if anyone else saw I was looking at, No one! I must be losing my mind! I thought to myself. Then, for a split second, I glanced over at, Zita. She could see him! I could tell because she was staring directly at him. Her eyes three times their actual size. She was confused and as taken as I was, Crap! This Dude is real! Im not losing my mind Wait, maybe Im dreaming!

I shrugged Andy with my elbow, Dude, can you see that? Groggy, he answered, What, Man? That, Dude! Do you see that? now I was sure I was sounding paranoid. Okay, I was going to try another approach, Andy, pinch me! I demanded. I, on the other hand was impatient, this person, was walking straight in our direction, Just do it! I firmly demanded. Alright, alright! Dont get your panties in a knot. Andy, reached over and pinched me. Ouch! Damn it! I wasnt dreaming. What the hell? I closed my eyes and reopened them. Still there! Still walking! The giant, in the toga, walked directly in front of, Zita. She was frozen. Her eyes wide in nothing but pure fear, confusion and disbelief. Having, just moment ago been glued to my seat, the giants action made me stand on my feet. What did he want with, Zita? He spoke, Child, come with me. What? Oh, hell no! This could not be happening!

Zita, finally opened her mouth, No! she yelled. How could this be? He spoke in English. I heard him with my own ears. Why would she be answering him in Portuguese? I must be losing my mind! There can be no other explanation! All this that was happening were the images of a demented mind. I marched towards him. I dont know where I got the courage from, however, I blurted out, Hey! Leave her alone! The ginormous man, simply looked at me like I was small and insignificant. Possibly, he was right. But, either way, I was not going to let this happen. Yet, I still couldnt believe that no one else bore witness to this.

The man, put his large hand on my shoulder, and proceeded to push me aside. This does not concern you, boy. He spoke as if he were in command of the entire situation. Whatever concern, Zita Concerns me. I made clear, surprising myself for spontaneously having grown nerve. Very well. He said, not arguing with me for a second, then grabbed my arm, and her, and as if by magic a black hole like portal opened, and poof, we were gone! This was no longer the airplane. This wasnt the airport. As the matter of fact, I would have been happy if we were somewhere recognizable. Somewhere familiar. This place was well I dont know what it was! A forest maybe? The woods? The jungle? As far as I knew, or even could tell, everything that surrounded us was green. All that was around us were trees, grass, and bushed of all kinds. Zita, on the other hand, looked even more distraught now, then she did just a few moments ago. This place meant something to her. I could tell by the look on her face. Quem so voc? E por que ns estamos aqui? she demanded to him in her language. To which he replied in English, Who I am is none of your concern. You also need not know why we are here. He was ruthless, this guy. Hey, Andre the Giant! Whats going on here? I tried instigating him, to see if wed get some answer. No luck! He merely ignored me, as if I wasnt even there. I walked up to him, poked his arm, Hey, Im talking to you! I demanded. He looked down at me, This was your choice, boy. He said simply. Alright Okay I said, kind of embarrassed at the realization of his words, then gathered up my nerve and tried again, So, you too much of a punk to at least tell me your name Punk? I instigated.

Every time he glanced down at me without lowering his head, it made me feel small. Then again, compared to him, I was. He didnt answer so I tried again, Come on, big-fella! You got a name? Or should I call you Green Giant? No luck! One last try. I thought to myself. Oh, so I guess, you are too ugly to have a name. I would say that your mom dropped you on your head when you were born But it seemed more like someone dropped her, for having done something as stupid as having had you! I think that hit a nerve. The monstrous man grabbed my throat, and lifted me up off the floor, with a single hand. He pulled me close to him, so that I would look straight into his fiery eyes. I could feel, the heat that perforated his skin, as he choked me. Uriel. He said. The soul word had a threat hidden behind it. My hands latched on to his arms trying to free myself from his immense grip. Then, moved forward just a bit to pat his heated skin, I squealed, Okay. Okay. Trying very hard to nod my head. Just checking his hand mechanically opened and I dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Uriel? Zitas voice repeated in surprise. Yes. He answered. Por que? Por que aqui? There was so much pain in her voice. My heart broke for her as she asked those two questions, which I understood all too well. No need for a translator to interpret the pain that hid behind the questions, she asked Why? Why here? This is your birthplace, is it not? how could it be that we both understood him at the same time, without an interpreter of him repeating himself in both languages? Could it be that she hears him in Portuguese, and I heard him in English? That was crazy! Sim. She replied, then with utter sadness in her eyes she looked at the ground, O que voc quer conosco? she seemed to be asking him, what he intended on doing with us. I dont want him. I want you He volunteered to come. The large man told her. She glanced at me from the corner of her eyes, and then I saw a small tear run down her cheek. I ached for her. A desperate need

took over; I had to comfort her somehow. I had to hold her until she felt better. So, letting my need take over, I did just that. Slowly, I approached her; I inched near, then placed my arm around her shoulder, then nuzzled her near me. It surprised me that she didnt fight me off. She must have really needed the comforting. Por que voc quer me? she asked while her head was hidden in my chest. I needed no translation to understand her, she asked why he wanted her. Suddenly, the enormous man opened up and began to speak, it surprised me. At first impression it seemed that he wasnt able to express more than one thought at a time, I was wrong, he began to explain, Your grandfather, Tievel, came to me. He wants me for his allay. He thinks you to be an impending threat. I wanted to see this for myself. It occurs to me that you are a victim. You do not seem dangerous to me. As the matter of fact, it appears that you are just the opposite. What in the world was this man talking about? I was severely confused. Tievel, and others like him are not to be trusted he continued, I decided to see for myself. Though, I have given him the impression that I would join him. You will need help. He finished. No estou de forma semelhante ele. Eu nunca iria ser como ele. I almost understood that, she said something about not being like him, and never wanting to be like him I think. I could do nothing but assume that her grandfather must be a really bad guy. Otherwise why would she have reacted that way? Then Zita, asked Uriel, quem so voc realmente? She seemed to want to know more about this person. I am as old as time itself. I am stronger than any army. I know more than any form of knowledge. I am more powerful than any form of magic. I am Uriel, the Archangel. Gods hand of fire. The Angel of pure light. The god of the sun. Many people have known me by many names, these are only a few. I was speechless. Now, I was absolutely positive that I was imagining all of this. First, there were no such thing as ghosts, goblins, demons or angels. Second, nothing can magically appear and disappear in the sort of ways this being did it. And third, Zita would never cling to me in the way that she had done.

The, self-proclaimed archangel, spoke again, I have decided to help you instead of Tievel, but you must trust me. I have seen too many of my kind become destroyed by evils such as these that Tievel was trying to deposit within me. I will not fall amongst them. But, I must play along with the charade in order to help you. I am certain that this will be good, and I am even nore certain that it well please the Higher Sources. Como? Zita, asked how. I will divulge all things in due time. Meanwhile, trust is imperative. E el? she wanted to know what would be done with me. I am not sure yet. But, he already knows too much. Time will tell what his fate shall be. Were they really speaking of me as if I, werent even there? Hey, Angel Dude, you know I can hear you right? I stated matter-of-factly. I think it is time for you two to communicate. Uriel said. I expected him to wave a magic wand or something. To maybe pull a rabbit out of a hat, or even, say abbra cadabra, but nope! None of the above. So, how, exactly, do you intend on doing that, Smarty Pants? I mocked. Then, he merely looked at us deeply. Speak. He instructed. What? Are you serious? I asked, once again amused by all the nonsense. Zita, whipped her head up at me, awe written all over her face. She spoke, Did you hear that? she directed her question at Uriel, He spoke in my language!

Holy Mother of God! How the heck did that happen? Uh! No! You spoke in English! I stated still in surprise. We looked at each other, then we looked at Uriel. I had to ask, but I didnt know exactly what to say, How What Umm? If you are going to offer to protect her, as you so bravely did today, you will have to understand her. Uriel explained. Zita, whipped out I dont need protection! and jumped away from me, an expression as hard as a rock became fixed on her face. Uriel, looked at her, non-expressive, acting as if her words had no authority. I got the feeling that this man, or angel, knew all too well what he was doing. Even though, he was really sharing at the moment. Zita looked up at Uriel, with a deep penetrating glare, then she asked, Why did you bring me here? once again I noticed the sadness. You are still young; still more inexperienced than your appearance demonstrates. You still have much to learn. Though, you are knowledgeable in many ways, there still remain many things that youve yet to understand You should never allow yourself to forget where you came from. Never forget, how it happened. Learn from it. Grow from it I brought you here so that you would remember. Remember, what happened, and use it Use it! something inside of me wanted to make fun of him by jumping out one of my sly remarks. Oh, I dont know, maybe something like, Confucius say but I held my tongue. This was obviously an important moment. Zita, dropped to the ground on her knees. There she took in one deep breath, a long agonizing sigh and with the exhale, she began to sob. This was no normal cry. These tears were not produced from someone hurting her feelings of her scraping her knees. This was from deep down inside of her soul. I could see her chest heaving, as her body trembled, she was hurting more than words could explain. There was a pain, that I didnt think anyone or anything could mend, I watched as her bottom lip trembled with a pain that she couldnt seem to put into words. Feeling drawn to her, needing to console her, I walked over to her, sat next to her, and wrapped my

arms around her shoulders. As if by instinct, she leaned in, I wrapped my other hand around her, hugging her close. Allowing her to let out whatever she needed. My heart broke with every shaky breath she drew in. Uriel just watched. Something about his hard exterior, momentarily softened, while he watched Zita. After a small while he broke the silence, I will take you back to your flight now. It will be as if youd never left. No one will have noticed your absence. I will be back, as soon as I can. He looked directly at me, Boy, watch over her. Keep her well. Protect her with your life. It is a battle worth fighting for. I nodded. Just like that, we were back. I was back in my sea on the plane. Andy, was still snoring next to me. Zita, was in her seat, with Leilina next to her. She glanced over at me, and I at her. Then suddenly the buckle your seat belts sign began to blink, the airplane was about to land. I could not explain what had just happened, but whatever it was, left me overwhelmed.

Chapter Ten

We were in America. Wed arrived. Leilina and I were going to be staying with Ms. White, until we were found permanent homes. There had been a room already set up for us. It was adorned with all sorts of pretty things in pink, purple and red. Things that Id never seen before. There was a bed, that lay upon another bed, the covers were fluffy and pretty, and the pillows looked like miniature clouds in a rainbow of colors. There was a big box that had moving pictures in it, and another box that exuded music, all of it was incredibly interesting. To me these objects seemed unnecessary, yet, apparently in America, they were. However, as pretty and interesting as everything was, I could not find the will power to enjoy it all. Ina, ran around, jumping and laughing, enjoying everything. Fiddling with everything, just as a little girl should. But, I couldnt. I was still in shock from everything that had happened on the airplane. Uriel, Roman, and my home it was still fresh in my memory. I still could not believe that he took me home, to then rip me away from it so fast.

While I was there, it was almost as if my mother and father were still there as well. It caused a pain that I could not put into words. A blow to my heart that caused it to break over and over again. Remembering my grandfather and all the harm and hurt that hed caused me, fed that pain. Remembering, my years of innocence that were spent in that place, fed the fire. Remembering, that Id lost it all at the hands of my won grandfather, fed the inferno. Memories; that was all I had left. Wishes; was what was left of my life. What its; was were my mind hid. What if, they were still alive? What if, Id been accepted by my grandfather? What if, Id never existed? I was sure that things would have been severely different. Z, look at all this stuff! Leilina exclaimed. Dont you like it? I nodded. Me too! she practically screamed with joy. I tried my best at a smile, I wanted to be happy for her. I wasnt sure it Id accomplished it, though. As she ran off, discovering our new home, my mind kept running. Id make him pay! I would get my revenge. On him and everyone that had ever done me wrong. They would pay, if it were the last thing that I would do. Something inside of me told me so. There was this distinct feeling that my gift was merely at its beginning stages. When I mastered it; when I discovered my full potential, they would pay! I had no doubt about that. I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind heavy, my soul shattered. I was broken internally, once again. Which physically, caused me to feel exhausted. I put my elbows on my lap, closed my eyes and deposited my face in my hands. Instantly, the image of my parents filled my eyelids. The image made me jump back to attention. All this was becoming abundantly overwhelming. I felt like I could break completely at any moment. As if the load were wearing me down little by little, so much so that I might not be able to support the weight any longer. In desperate need for some rest and feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, I laid back. I closed my eyes, this time I saw the person I least expected to see. The image that invaded my head was Romans. I dont understand how this guy came into my life and immediately became part of it, no matter how hard I tried to keep him at a distance. What was it about him, that made him so different from other humans? It felt so right, when he held me. How could that be? I truly trusted no one, yet, he wasnt just anyone he was someone

apparently he was my protector. Or so, Uriel said. As if I needed protecting! Blah! But, all and all, I didnt mind if he was the one doing the protecting, so long as he didnt get too close. Though, I was certain that ultimately, hed be very surprised if he found out how well I could protect myself.

In that train of thought, I drifted off to sleep. When I opened my eyes, it was the next day. The sound of people moving around woke me up. I heard Ms. Whites sweet voice talking to Leilina, and, Ina, giggling. I heard footsteps and doors opening and shutting. I could smell food. These sounds were the sounds of people getting up and ready to leave for their daily routines. It felt peaceful. This was new. I had not felt peace upon waking up in the morning, since my parents were alive. This feeling was similar, somehow. I looked around the room. Daylight had broken the darkness and things were clearer to me now, then they were the night before, making all the dcor in the room mush prettier. I scoped around, trying to take a closer look at my surroundings. My eyes drifted along, and then upon reaching the window, a man stood next to it. I jumped! I panicked! My focus took a second to clear, then I noticed who it was. What are you doing here? I demanded. Ms. White, let me in. he said softly. Get out, Roman! he paid me no attention. Zita, cant you see what is going on here? he asked, seemingly intent on telling me something. I couldnt sleep all night, thinking about all this stuff. I kept thinking it was my imagination. But, its not! Im not crazy! I can understand you! Dont you see? Im speaking English, youre speaking Portuguese, and we can understand each other! Come one, Im not imagining this; am I? he was right. Completely, correct. What had happened was all too real. For me, this inexplicable situation was nothing new. But, for him, this must be monumental. How could I do about explaining all of this to him? What could I say? I couldnt tell him the truth,

that was for sure, Zita he walked towards the bed and sat at the edge of it then he took my chin in his hands and pulled me to look at him, Please, tell me the truth. What is going on? his silvery gaze pierced into my eyes which moved my heart, still I couldnt say anything, as much as I would have liked to tell him at that very moment, Please? he begged in a whisper. I dont know. I tried my best at being cold. I pulled my face out of his grip. He watched me. The first night I went to see you Do you remember it? I nodded. His eyes went from my face to the ground, I was trying to tell you something. Yes. I remember I couldnt understand you. I said dryly. He nodded, Yes he said softly then he paused for just a moment. Go on. I instructed. I was trying to tell you that I already knew you he shook his head as if hed worded what he was saying incorrectly. No. Thats not possible. I know! Trust me, I know then he shook his head in disbelief again, But its true. He looked up at me once more, for just a second, then back to the floor, You are the girl of my dreams. He said with fear. The comment insulted me, Ive heard that one too many times before! I jumped to my feet, insulted by his mind games, Get out of my room, Roman! I demanded. I went to the door to pull it open. He jumped off of the bed and in two leaps reached to door, as well. Putting his hand over mine, on the knob, he made me close the door. No! I really mean that! Literally! I knew you, because, Id seen you in my dreams! he confused me. Shacking my head and quickly closing my eyes, What? I ordered

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me over towards him, Zita, I dont know how you are Frankly, I dont care. All I know is that this (you and me), there is something there A connection Somehow And, I intend of finding out what it is. He told me as he looked firmly into my eyes. His silver eyes seemed to slightly shimmer through his glasses as he spoke. His ridged behavior, suddenly became soft again, his gaze dropped, Im sorry, for everything that youve had to go through I just want to help. Please, let me help you. I felt sincerity in his voice. All in all, I was not too sure that I could trust him. Something inside of me wanted to, but the other half of me was so skeptical. Why? Why do you want to help me? You dont know anything about what Ive been through What am I to you, anyway, that would make you want to help me? You dont know anything! I asked as I put up my guard. Youre right! I dont know what youve been through, but I can only imagine I saw the way you hurt Besides, that has nothing to do with it! I want to help you, because I want to! Not because you are anything to me. He seemed aggravated as he spoke. Then his eyes once again, Please, Zita, let me I feel like its my job, or something. My duty Please dont take that away from me. What was I to do with all of this? How was I to manage all these thing that were involuntarily being thrown my way? This felt like too much. I quickly ran back to my bed and plopped on it. Roman, walked to me and stood right in front of me, then squatted in order to look at me directly. I cant take this. I admitted, You dont know anything you have no idea the things that I have been through. No clue the things that Im capable of. You just dont know I wanted so much to cry, but I couldnt. My sorrow became anger. My need hidden behind my frustration. Yet, my truth, laid in every word. Roman, while still squatted in front of me, put his hand on my knee, then lifted my face to his so that Id see him, and said simply, Then show me. Tell me.

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As I sat there, during the fit of vulnerability, and with my internal commotion, I began to feel the monster inside of me, fight to get out. I could feel it, stirring up inside of me, along with the song that came with it. The hymn of my soul began to exude through my pores. It felt uncontrollable; like it wanted to explode from within me. I began to inwardly fight against it. The challenge beginning to take control of me, I began to feel submissive to it. I was more than certain that now my inward challenge was becoming outwardly and physically visible. I looked up as my body began to jerk in the divided fight against itself. I saw Romans face become strong, aware of my internal bout against myself. Worry was apparent in his look. However, somewhere along the line, my self-conflict was lost by my weaker side. And, in a blink of an eye, my mouth opened. My souls monstrous song, began to flow. Like a river, it seemed to run from deep down inside of me. I could do nothing to stop myself. My human side fought against my demon side, and the devil within me won. I could do nothing, not a single thing to stop myself, as much as I would have liked to. The melody that was my sensual, hypnotic, compelling song, started to slip out of my mouth, and just like that, the demon within me took over completely. I rose to my feet, Roman, did nothing to fight against me. His will power was all but lost. I observed him become feeble and entranced, with my voice. He lost all independence, all self-autonomy. His free will was nothing compared to my deadly lullaby. Humming at first, I took a few steps back and then turned to fully face him. He simply sat there, and then I commanded my first rule, Roman, stand. And he did so with no fuss. His eyes simply bounced about in his head. Dazed, unaware, so unaware that he was not even able to be confused. He simply allowed me to puppeteer him. Walk with me I instructed him. Quickly and lightly running to the door, I peeked out to ensure that no one was in the house. Everything was clear. So then, I led him out of the room then out. He merely

followed as I hummed along. As I exited the house, I began to slowly pick up my pace, as did he. He didnt speak a single word, he just followed, like Id ordered him to do. Before I knew it, we were running down the street, I didnt know where we were going, but wherever it was, it would be somewhere, where Id be alone with him. Just me; and now, him. I felt the growing need to keep him. Not let him go. To have him with me, following my every order. Abiding by my every whim. I wanted to keep him fixed to me. Locked. Trapped. Not able to explain the need that encompassed me, I merely, submitted to it. I would find a place somewhere where we would be alone. Someplace, where he would be with me and do whatever I wished. He, was now, mine! He belonged to me and no one else. This was good. In the back of my head, I heard the whisper of my mothers voice, I was his slave. It was something she once shared with me when telling me the story of her and my father, But, I loved him and he loved me the sudden though, made me sigh in contempt and frustration. Love Nonsense! Its not real! I thought to myself, even still humming away, and making sure that Roman followed, He will be my slave. But Love ridiculous! Though, there remained a needle of guilt that continuously pricked, it very much seemed like my heart went cold. And right now, I didnt know why or care if it remained frozen over. I kept running with Roman, linked to me, with the invisible chain that was my voice. After what seemed like hours of running we came to a clearing. Just behind it I spotted some hills, and caves. There is where we needed to be. Just there. A little more and Id be in the perfect place to keep my solitude and prisoner just how I wanted No! needed! I picked up speed. The human part of me was exhausted, but that part of me was dying little by little. Every second, I could fell it fizzing away into nothingness. Coming across an entrance in a cave, I turned to Roman, Roman, enter. He blinked his eyes several times, and then shook his head. I noticed him, trying to incredibly hard to force himself out of my trance. Yet, he

was too weak, to flimsy, to effectively try to wake himself up. So, just as quickly as hed attempted freedom, he fell right back into incarceration. Then, not verbalizing a single word, he entered. I walked back out of the cave and looked around. I realized that I needed to find a way of keeping him from getting away. So, I called him back out and sang, Find material make a cage. I kept, the stream of melodic humming as I also kept a firm eye on his every move. I watched him gather some large sticks and other materials. During it all, he looked like he was sleep walking. Yet, he obeyed. Not arguing, not fighting for a single moment. Within the next hours he proceeded in gathering everything, entering the cave, and constructing his own prison. As I watched, something stirred up inside of me. I felt like a terrible person but, wait! I was no person at all! I was a monster! A beast! A mutt! Not human and not immortal. This was my reality. This was my truth. Why should I feel compassion over someone that was not like me or remorse over something I had no control of? This was my nature, and surely I was abiding by its lead. This is what I was meant to do. No! I could not, and would not, feel bad over something that was just part of my instincts.

Cage already made, I ordered him into it and with a mesmerizing cooperation, he entered it. It was not until then, that I freed him from my trance. With quiet surprise, and what seemed like a dry mouth, a raspy voice, as if hed just awakened from a never ending nightmare, he spoke, Zita? Shush. Dont say another word. I ordered him. What is this? Why? How? I turned my back to his questioning, bluntly ignoring him, I allowed my body language to speak for me, Zita he whispered once again in a near silent plea. Yet, I did not answer him. I got to my feet and walked out of the cave.

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It was all like a dream. A long, never ending nightmare. It just didnt seem real, at all. One moment, I was with her in her room, trying my hardest at understanding her, and the next, Im here. In a cage. In what seemed like a cave. I vaguely remember, being brought here. However, it was like sleep walking. Like being drugged and then toyed with. I saw myself doing it, I felt myself doing it, but I had lost complete control of myself. It was just so damn weird just well WOW! Now, I was here, in this god awful place, entrapped by the very girl of my dreams, the girl that I would have voluntarily given my life for, if thats what it would have taken. Yet, she turned out to be a nightmare, not a dream at all. Why would such a fragile creature, have such a dark side? How could she turn into precisely the person that she said she was nothing like? And, where, in dear gods name, was the Green Giant angel Dude, when you needed him? Just like supernatural creatures; never around when you need them! Well, whatever the case, I had to figure something out, and fast!...

Zita, turned around, and walked back into the cave. She sat on a stone just a few feet away from the cage in which I was entrapped. Then, she briefly, turned her face to look at me. Taking advantage of the short moment, I looked her directly in the face, I was searching for answers. Any answer. I was looking for her eyes, her face, her expression to tell me something. Anything. Yet, her gaze was blank. Lifeless. Cold. But, something did change, this I hadnt noticed before. She walked away so soon that I had no time to really see it. Her eyeballs had gone completely green. She no longer contained whites in her eyes. And her hair,

turned into the color of flames. Starting off with yellow, and then blending into red at the ends. She still contained the beautiful features that I knew but, in the most deadly way. What could I say to that? This was freaking weird! How the heck, did it happen? And, to my Zita? I decided that I was going to have to try to talk my way out of this, Zita, what are you doing? she turned her face to look away from me, Zita, this isnt you I grabbed the bard of my cage, shifting to try my best at making eye contact, You are better than this. Why are we here? She stood, crossed her arms over her chest and walked forward a few steps. Standing at the caves entrance, she slightly turned her head back, This is me. She quietly argued. Jumping at the opportunity, I spoke up, No! Thats where youre wrong! This is not you. You the real you is so much better than this. Be quiet! But, I cant I need you to She cut me off, in a sharp fierce tone, Be quiet, or I will make you be quiet. Enough said, letting go of the bars, I threw myself back, Okay Alright I said under my breath.

Striding back where I was, walking with feral determination, Roman, I told you before You have NO idea who and what I am! then lowering her tome to just below animosity, she continued, I suppose, you know now. Then lowered her blazing green stare and sat back on the stone. In mere undertones, she spoke a bit more, You are my prisoner. My slave that is all you need to know. Then leaving it that way, she said nothing more. Holy crap! I thought to myself. This was totally a nightmare! How the heck was I supposed to get out of this one?

Chapter Eleven

Highest Ground

This situation was not a good one, and They knew it. Theyd anticipated that one of the two things could happen to her. Either, she could embrace her humanity, or she could turn to her inner demon and embrace her own darkness. And as it was, it seemed like shed chosen the latter of the two. This would call for stronger interventions. They would have to do something, and quickly, so that Zita, would not lose her humanity forever. This, and the fact that shed entrapped the man that was supposed to be her life mate, was not a pleasing circumstance, what so ever. They decided to so the only thing They could think of doing. They would call upon Par and Uriel. And, hopefully, these two great angels would put some sense into her head. Hopefully, they could convince Zita, that what she was doing was wrong, and unnecessary. That, she could choose to be good. That she could, decide to not submit herself, to her darker nature Just as her father had done. And, if things got further worse, they might be able to intervene and restrain her and free Roman. Par, Uriel, come quickly. At once. Their voices rung in unison. Instantly, a portal opened into Their chambers, and Par and Uriel entered. Friends, Zita and Roman are in trouble. What? Par, questioned, How? How could I not have been aware of this? I was just with them Then Oh, no! It must of happened when I left. Par, lowered he face contemplating how and why shed not realized what had transpired. These things happen, Our friend. The Higher Sources responded.

What sort of trouble, and where can we find them? Uriel asked, as always ready for a battle, regardless of what type of battle it might be. It is not as simple as you might believe, Our friend. How so? Uriel inquired. Zita, is troubled. She has taken Roman prisoner, and has embraces her darker nature. Oh no Par mumbled, Then what will we do? she asked. Here. Look through the glass, it will show you everything. The Higher Sources instructed. Leaning in towards the glass, Uriel and Par, became fully aware of the state of affairs. They rapidly realized that theyd have to be smart about whatever they decided to do.

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Some time passed since the moment that Id all but lost my humanity. No one came for us. It very well seemed like no one cared. Being accustomed to living on the streets, I knew just what to do to survive. Id taken advantage of Romans presence to have him do some chores for me. Gather leaves and grass to construct into beds, make a fire, and all those other little things that one needs when living in the open. The way that Id make him serve me without arguments and without him running away? Simple. I enchanted him.

I knew all along that no one really cared. No one really missed me, and it looked like no one missed him either. This was easy. Yet, there was still a throbbing insecurity. Why had no angels or demons, come out here yet? Why hadnt Uriel shown up? Odd. But, it didnt matter. I was doing what I should have done since the night that he came to me in Brazil. That awkward night, that he knocked on my door, for no apparent reason. That, also didnt matter. I didnt take him then, but I had him now! And, he was doing everything that my little heart desired. However, something even odder was happening to me during the time, Id been here. It seemed like my memories, my mind, my recollection of certain things seemed to be fading little by little. As if, along with my humanity, my minds eye was also fizzing way. There were certain things and events that I could not remember clearly. Like my memory bank was emptying with every passing moment. I could barely remember my parents faces, or even what had transpired just days ago. And, everything that was happening at this very moment, seemed much like a dream of sorts, like it wasnt really happening, at all. The only things that I seemed to remember clearly were the pain, the conspiracies, the lies and the hurt. It was very unusual As time went by, Roman still tried his hardest to talk to me. Hed take advantage of the short lapses of time that I would free him from my song. Yet, I would continuously shut him out. I would not allow this human to play games with me. I would not allow him to do what so many others had done. As the matter of fact, it would be just the opposite. That night, he spoke, yet this time it was not his usual joking, mocking, funny, sarcastic sort of way. He was being honest, sincere and soft spoke, Zita Im sorry If If I hurt you, somehow. If thats the reason why, you have me here Shut your mouth already, Roman. Or I swear He cut me off gently, Yeah, yeah, I know Youll do it for me But, I just need to say this. Then shut me up if you want. He leaned over and grabbed the bars of his cage, I know! I know that this is not who you are. You are not this monster.

Interrupting him I blurted out, Thats where you are wrong! No, please, just hear me out. This is all I have left to say. Then if you want to shut me up kill me whatever you can do it. What you are, has nothing to do with who you are. And, I know he exclaimed in a low voice, then followed by breathing out, That this is not you. Letting go of the bars he dropped back, Now, do with me whatever you must. Id heard those words before. If he only knew, how much that hit home. This was my mothers way of thinking of my father. Be that as it may, I could not allow him to see or sense my true feelings. So, I got up and walked away, then stood at the opening of the cave.

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I noticed that time kind of went by in sort of a hazy daze. I lost track of time after she kidnapped me. Now, I was at the point of just getting by. Not, like I could do anything to save myself. As the matter of fact, half the time, I didnt even know what was going on. Id be awake, then black out, then wake up again, not knowing what the heck had happened. Nonetheless, during my times of full coherence, I didnt give up on Zita.

As she stood by the cave opening I watched her. Her body stood stiff and erect. Analyzing her posture, it was almost like a soldier at attention. I heard a rustling in the bushed, from my cage I couldnt make out who or what it was. I wasnt really able to see anything from where I was. But, the current silence between her and I, made it quite possible for me to hear everything that was going on around us. Crossing my finger, I hoped that it wasnt some sort of wild animal. That was the last thing I needed! A bear and a wolf betting for first dibs on my

head. Zita, apparently, had also heard the noise. As she stood at the opening of the cave, she flashed her head in the direction of the bushes. Nothing. No one; or anything jumped out. I felt a small jolt of relief, which didnt last for long. More movement. I swear, this was crazy! We were right in the middle of nowhere, alone, the sun was setting, the darkness was quickly taking over, and now, it was almost certain that some crazy wild animal was going to have a banquet; with us as the main course. Possibly pick its teeth with our figure bones. Damn it! Leave it up to me to always get caught up in a mess! Zita, quickly posed herself on guard. I was sure that she must have suspected that something or someone was lurking around. That there could quite possibly be an attack at the horizon. Grind your gears, my dear. I said in a joking tone. Nope! Joke fail! She hissed back at me, Shut up! precociousness in her form. K! was ll I said in a high pitch, leaving her to her business. The rustling got closer. Then closer still. I felt my heart begin to beat a mile a minute. And, Zita, was not better than me. She also seemed on edge. From behind, from a nearby bush, something came out, Zita, spoke in relief, A duck Phew! Now, that was a relief! I thought to myself. Her expression said the same thing. The time that I spent with the girl, whom had turned from my dream girl into a living nightmare, was probably the worst time of my life. I didnt know why this was happening. I had no idea, how it had happened in the first place. And, now, I was left with no choice, but to deal with it; somehow or another. This was crap!

Again, more movement in the bushes, Damn ducks! I thought

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I wished those stupid ducks would quit tormenting up. Constantly, wobbling about, making up think that something was going on. The movement in the bushed didnt stop, And, I knew what would follow the noise those stupid ducks! If I catch them, Im making a stew I thought out loud. I heard Roman giggle behind me. Like a flash, catching me completely off guard, a burst of fire dropped directly in front of where I stood. The blast was like lightening, that lit in a fiery blaze, almost on contact. I threw me back with the blow. Immediately, nervous and shaking like a leaf, I shook my head then got to my feet, allowing my eyes enough time to regain focus. Scooping myself up off the floor, I turned my head and Roman seemed just as dazed and confused as I was. At that moment, I ran out of the cave. I needed to see what the cause of the fiery explosion was. Dropping from the sky and landing on one knee, with one hand to the ground, wings extended, Uriel stood in front of me. The hand that was not on the floor was lifted with a fiery sword elevated within it. Like a reflex, I was instantly on guard. I didnt have a weapon, but I had my powers. From deep down inside, I felt a strength rise up inside of me, like a jolt of electricity. At that moment I lost all coherence, and the only thing that was present within me was the Encantadora; the monster that I was born to be. I remembered nothing, knew nothing, comprehended nothing, except the demon that was in me, and that I now had fully become. It was like I had a giant lingering within me, and that giant had just been released. I felt my body begin to lose control, once again, but this time, it was like I was reflexively prepared for battle. I extended my hands out to my sides lifted my head to look at the sky, and opened my mouth. All I can remember is screams tearing through my throat. But, what I was saying, or how it was coming out; I had no clue. I felt as light as air. As if I was floating in midair. Lowering my head once again, directing my energy at my opponent, I inhaled, and let out another screeching cry. I focused all of my strength in his direction.

Uriel, dropped his sword, abruptly closed his wings, and covered his ears. His fire sword disappeared. He looked as if her were in severe pain. The with wobbling feet, he stood up, still gripping his ears, I saw him, release his ears, then draw in a long hard breath and stand erect, his face becoming as hard as his demeanor. Zita! He yelled out. I screamed once more in reply, his eyes rolled back, but he did not allow his form to waver. He yelled again, Zita! Stop! I was not about to allow him to tell me what to do. So, this time I raised my hands, to my mouth, allowing my voice to channel for echoing, and raised my voice at him, yet again. Zita, I do not want to hurt you! he blurted out, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head again, in pain. But, you may leave me no choice. He forced a step forward, towards me. I stepped back one big step. I heard myself, As if you could! this was not my voice. It was the voice of an evil cold being. He voice of a bitter, heartless individual. For the slightest moment, I could not believe that this was coming from me. But, it was! He took two more steps towards me, with obvious trouble. This time in one quick hard thrash, he hastened his wings to open. He looked like an angelic figure out of a mythological story book. Yet, this also was not going to cause me fear. I wouldnt allow it. He lifted one arm to the sky with an opened hand, This is your last warning girl.: he said in the voice of a rugged Viking warrior, Im here to help you, but if you continue to do this he charged and I stood my ground.

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What the? my mind yelled at me. The scream that came from the outside of the cave made even the deepest of my ears screech, begging for mercy. It was agonizing. Almost instantly, I covered my ears, trying to block out the terrible scream. I could have sworn that my eyes rolled to the back of my head due to the pain, So, this is what its like to go deaf! my mind told me. Locked up in my caged prison, I couldnt do anything to help myself. The scream again! Holy Mother of God! I yelled, all the while, gripping my ears even tighter. I could swear that my ears were going to bleed, if they werent already. My eyes closed tight, hoping with the combination of the two closed ports, Id have a better chance to block out the horrendous noise. I dropped to the floor on my back. My back hit the bars. The noise outside, was not just screaming, though. It sounded much like a battlefield out there. Bams, booms and crashes! Who the hell was at war, and why? And, where, for crying out loud, did Zita go? I cracked my eyes open just a sliver. I saw a shadow fly by, from here to there. Damn it! That was all I needed! Crap! Now, I was seeing things to boot! Deciding on not resigning to the possibility of losing my mind, I sat up straight, and fully opened my eyes. There it was again; the shadow! Well, Ill be damned, I wasnt going crazy! I was being surrounded by shadows! What?!? I screamed out to myself, when the realization set in. Shadows surrounding me! Seriously? Just great! Then another, flash of a shadow. Then as if by magic, someone stood right by my side, and from right through the cage bars, whoever it was covered my mouth. I fought to get it off of me. Then it spoke, quietly and sternly, Roman, stop. Hush. Its me. That voice was unmistakable. I stopped fussing and tried turning my head, Now, are you going to be quiet? Ms. White asked with the same stern tone. I nodded my head quickly. She let my mouth go. Ms. White, what are you doing here? Do you really want me to start explaining things, now; or would you prefer me to get you out of here? she asked with a small hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Let me out! Let me out! I begged desperately. Well, alright then. She answered smugly, then tugged at the cage door. The she fiddled around with the door until, something detached and it flew open. I jumped out. How are we going to get out of here? Just follow me. I think that Zita and Uriel are plenty busy at this moment. I dont think theyll notice us slipping out. I simply nodded, deciding to save any and all questions for after my salvation. Okay, follow me. I could still hear the noise outside. Zita and Uriel were definitely going at it. Quickly and lightly we crept about, from one corner to another. Slipping from here to there. Ms. White leading the way. Periodically, putting her arm in front of of my chest stopping me at times. Until finally, we were out of the cave. When we reached the outside of the cave, there were bushes just in front, and we jumped into them, hiding from all the commotion. I briefly looked back, as Ms.White led me out into the forest and when she did, I couldnt believe my eyes. I mean, I have been through plenty of things in the last weeks or so, but what I was looking at right now, was unspeakable. Zita looking much like a monster (though, quiet possibly the most beautiful monster Id ever seen) was totally submerged in some sort of full-fledged spiritual, supernatural warfare with Uriel. Though, while she fought him off, he merely seemed like he was tryng his hardest to not harm her. It seemed like he just wanted her to submit and give up. It didnt appear that he had any intention of hurting her. Yet, she fought with fierce fury. Not giving up. Ms. White, tugged at my sleeve, Roman, come one. We have to get out of here.

Yeah, yeah I said in confusion, shaking myself out of the surprise. Then followed her through the greenery. I felt something like an escaped convict, and the worst part of it was that I felt like I had left someone behind that someone being Zita. Glimpsing back from time to time, as I rushed through the fields of green, the scary picture of Zita and Uriel began to disappear. As soon as we arrived as some sort of safety, I turned to Ms. White, and lifting a finger to point back in the caves direction, I asked in a demanding astonished tone, What the hell was that? Child, that is something that you might not want me to get into details about she said with a grimace. Okay fare enough I replied with resignation. Now, lets go Child. Let Uriel do what he need to do. Yup!

Before I knew it, we were on some road, hopping into Ms. Whites car, heading to God knows where. But, at least we were no longer in the forest. That alone, was something worth being, even the least bit grateful for.

Chapter Twelve

I wish I could explain what was happening inside of me, I wish I could understand it all. But, the truth was that I didnt and couldnt. It was all happening, unfortunately, out of my control. My heart and mind were in a constant battle against whatever was left of my humanity, if any. My body and spirit were in unending disarray. I no longer knew who I was. I didnt even really know what I was. How, could one be born into such confusion? How, could life and fate allow one, to not be in control of oneself? I didnt know anything, anymore. And, as much as I would have liked to have fooled myself into thinking that I didnt care; I was lying to myself. One truth remained, in all of this chaos. That truth, was simple, I had to survive. Whatever the cost. However I could. I had to survive. Period. So, here I stood, fighting for my right to live. At arms for my right be simply be. I couldnt be certain that, Uriel, told the truth. It was just a few days ago that hed told me that my grandfather had offered him alliance. How could I be sure that he was not just fooling me? How could I be certain, that he was not playing both fields? I knew of evil! Id lived through every hurtful, sinister, corrupt act of evil. I refused, to go through it again. It seemed that life somehow, was offering me a way to protect myself; so I received it with arms wide open. Or, should I have fought it off? Be that as it may, at this very moment, I was defending my right to exist. Uriel, flew around, with unparalleled knowledge. It was almost awe striking, the way that he fought. It was obvious that he knew what he was doing. Yet, even though I was not a patron saint, or archangel; even though, I did not contain even the smallest fraction of the strength and knowledge that he contained. I was not giving up. He would only take me over my dead body. I danced around him, opening my mouth in pure fury, screeching with brutal force. If this was my only weapon, I intended on using it well. Uriel, jumped in the air spinning, arms crossed upon his chest, fire sword gripped between his fingers. His wings expanded and he dropped just a few feet in front of me. Arms wide open, head dipped, eyes locked on me, Young lady, I dont want to hurt you But, you are not making this easy for me. He said dryness in his voice.

Why should I make it easy for you? So, Tievel, can pop out somewhere and take me? Im young Uriel, but Im no fool. I turned to run into the cave and grab Roman. Everything seemed to go into slow motion. I could feel my hair being to get lifted by the wind as my body did a one eighty. I knew I was moving rapidly, but it all seemed to go so slow in my head. Now, in the full angle of the direction that I was heading, I ran. Still, in slow motion, I heard Uriel call out, No, Zita! then another muffled comment. I was not able to decipher what hed said; I was too fixed on getting Roman, and then getting out of here. Finally, I made it into the cave. What? my mind asked in unadulterated surprise, Whered he go? Then I felt a violent thrusting knock on the back of my head, and everything went black.

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Her body went forward, dropping rapidly to the ground. Yet, he caught her with a natural swiftness and care, before she could hit the ground with a large hurtful thud. He had her instantly cradled in one arm and then he laid her tenderly on the floor, as he kneeled down on one knee. My Majesties, forgive me. I did not intend on hurting the child. But, she left me no choice. I did what I thought necessary, I did what I thought best. he spoke softly, then he nodded his head only once, in conclusion of his simple prayer. Getting to his feet he sent his sword away, picked her up in his arms with much care, summoned a portal to open, and with tenderness he carried her through it to safety.

Par, left Roman at his home. Safe. He had millions of questions, yet, they all remained unanswered, at the moment. Pars response to all his questions was, Child, all in due time. In due time. Leaving him no choice but to remain silent and wait.

Uriel, placed Zita, on her bed, and summoned Par, I had no choice. I had to do it. She was out of control. He explained. I understand, Uriel. They, will also understand, my friend. She placed a delicate hand on his shoulders to comfort him. He simply nodded, his eyes showed the guilt that weighed heavily upon his heart and the regret that abounded in his emotions. It was beyond him to hurt a helpless child. However, she was far from helpless. She could help herself extremely well. This left him with no option but to do whatever necessary to ultimately save her. He could only hope that hed made the right choice. Par, you must care for her. Show her whats right Please? a supplication hid behind his words. Of course, my dear friend. This was my job all along. Was it not? Yes. I suppose it was. Now, go in peace, Uriel. She said removing her hand from his large shoulders, I will do my best. She reassured him. Alright. Bowing his head just once he fizzed away.

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There she was again, the water fuzzed image still remained unchanged. The floating look of her, still the same. Her beauty, unhindered. I loved my mother! With everything that I was, I loved her! Yet, this terrible dream tortured me. Why did she show herself in a way that didnt allow me to touch her? It seemed cruel, really. I just wanted to touch her face. Once. Assure myself that she was really there. But, she wasnt. So, there I stood, calling out to her. She, called out to me. But, neither of us, could do anything to breech the wall that lay between us. Zita her whispered soft voice called. Momma! I cried out. But, nothing. I love you, my child. I love you, momma. The tears streamed down my cheeks, Momma, please, dont go. Please? I cried. Zita she reached out her hand trying to touch me, and couldnt. No, momma, no please. Not again, momma. Stay. Please. I begged knowing that my plea wouldnt be answered. Zita Zita Zita her voice once again, began to fade away.

Then I awoke, Momma! thrashed out of my throat, and there I was, seated upon a lovely bed. What happened? I thought to myself. I shook my head. All, I could remember was that one moment I was right here, in this room, speaking to Roman; and the next moment, I was living a never ending nightmare. It came back to me in bits and pieces. It was truly like a dream, that one only remembers parts of. Was it all a dream? Had I been

here the entire time? Did it really happen, or was it a vivid dream that played with my mind? No matter how hard I tried to remember, everything seemed like a blur. I gasped, Roman? I asked out loud, not realizing that someone was here with me already. Hes just fine, child. I jumped in surprise. Ms. White? Yes, love. Its me. Im right here. What happened? Hmmm If you dont know, then I guess its not important. was all she replied. No. Really. Was it a dream? It felt like a dream. Mhm. Alright. Well, child not to worry. In due time In due time. She walked close, took my hand and lifted me out of bed, Now, lets go get you fed. You look famished. Yes. I am very hungry. You like grits? Grits? Whats that? Ah! Well! Let me show you then. She smiled and led me to the kitchen.

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Significant time had passed since Chamuel, had been destroyed, just as Gabriel had been. So many iconic archangels turned to evil ways; some due to greed, others due to jealousy, so many reasons. But, whatever the reason, they turned, nonetheless. This made them enemies of the Higher Sources. The Higher Sources stood for love and harmony; for peace and tranquility. Yet, there was a balance, and Their job was to maintain that balance, and protect humanity at any and all costs. As each corrupt archangel met their demise, They found themselves in the inevitable position of having to replace it. So, Theyd create or choose a human unlike any other, that at a chosen moment would discover that its fate was to replace a higher being. This was a demanding destiny, but one that was immensely imperative. In Chamuels case, hed become all too aware and familiar with the need for his services. Being the patron of the broken hearted was not something to be taken lightly. When humans were dealing with loss of love, and hope, Chamuel, came in and his influences helped them. Helping them move past the burden and unto a new day. His head had become swollen with pride, and much like Lucifer, he believed that he was better than the Higher Sources. He challenged Them in demeaning ways. Making it seem as if They were not doing Their job. As if, he were doing all of the work for Them. This could not go on. Just as it had happened one too many times before, the Higher Sources, opted with undoing themselves of Chamuel. Someone, or something would have to take his place.

Now, during this time, when many angels rose up in order to make themselves known; whatever their reason many of them disguised themselves as humans, in order to trick humanity and live among them. All of this started with the fall of Gabriel. However, some of them mated with humans, and these unions produced seed. This had happened once before, eons ago, during the time of the Greek empire. The angels and demons of the Spirit Realm, ran amuck, matting with humans and producing children. During that particular age, this event went uncontrolled, and many children were born. Half human and half angel. The Greeks had dubbed the seed of these unions, Demigods. Now, during this age, these very few demigods also called Hybrids, Sons

of gods or Nephilim by other cultures, roamed the earth unaware of their true origins. Some went a life time without ever having discovered their true nature.

However, in this current age, Chamuel, fathered a child

The Higher Sources, made it Their mission to control and maintain the balance. Now having undone themselves of Chamuel, and realizing that a child was produced, They believed that this would be Their opportunity to replace him

Earth, Broward County, Florida, USA The Year 2019

With the constantly crashing economy, things became increasingly hard for young mothers, and single parents. Only the wealthier, it seemed, could afford to have children. So, many young mothers opted to put their children up for adoption. Then again abortion had become outlawed. There really was no need to terminate pregnancies, anyway, as the children could be placed with families that were better off, whom would provide those children with better homes. And, needless to say, adoption was a booming industry, making artificial insemination and things of that sort, including pregnancy assistance clinics obsolete. This was probably the largest change in the modern world. A young Roman-American girl became pregnant at a young age. She knew all too well that she wouldnt be able to provide for her young child. Not at her age, and much less, because the father of the child was a drifter.

Someone, that passed through her life and wasnt aware that shed become pregnant, or at least thats what she thought. She didnt even know his name. Everyone made mistakes; she knew that. But, she felt impossibly stupid for having allowed that to happen to her. Her mother was sickly and poor. Her father, passed away when she was twelve, of an unexpected heart attack, leaving her and her mother alone in this world having to deal with life. The combination of all these things, made the young woman aware that her child and herself, would be better off if she put it up for adoption. Taking all the necessary measures, she proceeded with the adoption. It was an open adoption. She wanted to know who the family would be and everything about them. The family she chose was a CubanAmerican family, with no children. Theyd decided to adopt before having their own children, as they wanted to offer a child in need a better home. The Valentin family was great. Amazingly, the adoptive mother resembled that girl to a certain extent. This, made the young woman happy, as she believed that the resemblance served a good purpose. Her baby, would not feel out of place or awkward around its own family. It would look in the mirror and feel like he was part of the family. Because, she was sure, that a resemblance would be there. They spent a significant amount of time together, learning each other. This made the girl feel comfortable around them. This also was good. The time had come

Hospital, Labor and Delivery May 10th, 2020

The hospital room seemed dark to her. Maybe it was because of the entire situation. Being practically alone, not really having her family of the father of the child by her side, made things seem darker than usual to

her. Sure, the adoptive family was there, and as nice as they were, it wasnt the same to her. The day went by in a blur. She felt like it was all a dream. One minute she was in pain with contractions, and the next minute she was in the hospital room. The whole night gave her whiplash. All she knew for sure was that soon, it would all be over, and her baby would have a loving family to care to him. Something, that she could not do. Hours passed, Mrs. Valentin, held her hand, Its going to be alright. You can do this she coaxed her. The young girl nodded her head, unable to produce a single word. Just a short while later, the girl doubled over in pain, Its time! she screeched. She knew the time had come, she could feel it. There was running, rushing, and people bouncing back and forth. She heard a voice, Push! Push! she did

The Highest Ground

Par, go! The time has come! He will also be your charge. They spoke in unison. Yes, your Majesties. She immediately opened a portal to the hospital room.

Hospital Room

Par, stood there watching the entire moment. This made her happy. Once again, shed witness the birth of a special being. She felt honored.

There he was, all pretty and delicate, plump pink cheeks and squinty grey eyes. Baby dolls didnt look like this, He was too perfect. Would you promise me something? the girl asked the Valentin couple. Of course. What? she asked beaming with a large smile. Remember me. The girl softly pleaded with a knot in her throat. You know it! Mr. Valentin replied. What will you name him? she asked with tears streaming down her face, to the adoptive parents. Mrs. Valentin, answered softly, Roman. The girls eyes were a fountain of tears as she realized that they would keep their promise. She gently handed the precious baby boy to his new parents.

Par was moved, as well, and a single tear fell from her cheek also. She needed to make sure that this precious being grew strong and properly, because inevitably, one day, he would have to learn her true origin.

Chapter Thirteen

Current Day Lowest Ground

Master Tievel, we located the girl. She is in America. A sneaky minion informed Tievel. And ugly, grimy, tainted face would have suited this particular being, yet, he was far from that. With the exception of his forehead, this minion was as handsome as any fine faced man, anyone has ever seen. America, huh? Tievel, repeated. Hed lost track of her some time ago, due to not being able to see past Brazil, and the Amazon, for whatever reason. This was unusual, as his caldron typically allowed him access to view any place. Why, America? he asked his handsome minion. We are not sure, Master. All the information we have gathered up until now is that, she is in and angels care. After he spoke these words he partially bowed, by lowering his head and took two steps back, allowing his Master space to walk. This made sense now, the angle was blocking his view. Tievel paced, I wonder what news Uriel, might have for me I cannot leave the rainforest, but he can go anywhere. Call for him, at once. Nodding his head in compliance the minion ran off.

Some moments later, a flash like a burst perforated the room where Tievel stood. As soon as the immense light died down, Uriel appeared, Youve called for me? he asked firmly. Yes, partner. I have. What news have you of the girl? malice in his voice. Dryly, Uriel answered, Your granddaughter? I have no granddaughter! Hm. Uriel hummed smugly. The continued, She is in America. Yes, I am aware Anything else? he asked trying hard to pull out as much information as he could.

None. Not a blink of insecurity, not a smidgen of self-doubt. His expression as hard as a stature of old, I must go. Tievel, suddenly became unsure of this allegiance, a momentary look of hesitation crossed his evil face, he tipped his head to the side, his hands came together in front of his chest and he began to rub them together. Slowly, he walked closer to Uriel. Yet, he could not compare in size or strength. Uriel, lowered his fiery gaze at Tievel, his eyeballs lit aflame. His face went cold, and angry, You accuse me of betrayal? The intimidation that came with that gaze made Tievel freeze in his tracks. No, no my good friend. Not at all. It was merely a question. Tievel, bowed in front of Uriel and took a few steps back. His hand extended and his eyes facing the ground. This was his gesture of apology. Uriel repeated, I must go. And just as he entered the room, he exited it. The enormous beam of light grew then fizzed away into thin air. Uriel, was gone.

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Late night, everyone slept. Everyone, except for Par. She awaited her friends visit. Hed alerted her of his intent to visit soon. There was much they had to discuss and catch up on. Many things were happening, and he needed clarification. She knew that she would most likely be the only one that could answer any of his questions. From behind her she could feel his presence. They were after all connected, they were brethren. Beings, created by the same Source. Angles.

Uriel she said before she turned to face him. Hello Par. He said in a friendly voice. So, youve come from answers Correct? she stated in a question form while turning slowly to face him. Indeed. What would you like to know, my friend? she approached him and put her hand on his shoulder. Then she sat on the couch and patted it, indicating him to sit next to her. He followed he silent order. Par, I am aware that the Higher Sources have charged you with the girl but, the boy. How was it that he too could see me? Uriel seemed concerned. Uriel, there are some things that I have yet to share with you I think the time has come for you to know. She looked at the ground, trying to find a way to tell Uriel what he needed to know. Then please, tell me, my friend. Uriel pleaded. She nodded, with small hesitation, and began to explain. Roman, is also my charge Roman is the son of Chamuel. What? Uriel stood to attention, with the surprising news. Par, stood in respect of her old friend. Yes It is the absolute truth. She extended her hand and placed it once again on his shoulder, However, he is unaware He knows nothing of his origins. Neither, do his family members. Who and where is his mother? Uriel asked in intrigue. She was a young girl, that Chamuel fooled. She has long since passed in an airplane crash just to reassure him, she added, She was human.

I see. He said simply. Worry in his fiery eyes. Par, continued, Roman was actually charged to me before Zita. I thought it was abundantly necessary to keep his identity a secret. You know how the Spirit Realm can be. Should the wrong person become aware of him, they would have killed him. However, he has yet to find out about his true nature. He does know anything. Uriel nodded. What can he do? he asked in worry. Besides see you?... Well, Im not sure. He has yet to display any gifts. Unlike, Zita. Alright. Uriels mind was running with a plan, I have to deduce a plan. Now, I have two things to worry about. He looked at her with fervent conviction, Par, he placed his hand on her shoulder, this time, My old friend, you must try and guide him well. We must somehow make him aware of his true origin. This might be the only way to save them both. She agreed.

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Id been here for a little over a week now. I cant really say that I remember much about what had happened just a week ago. It all seemed like a long horrifying nightmare. And, no one was really talking about it either. So, I left it that way. If they werent going to mention anything, well neither was I. So, I pondered that it must have been a bad dream, as no one was saying anything. Somehow, spending time with Ms.White, Roman and Leilina, left me at peace inside. During the time that Id spent here, I had not used my gift, as far as I could remember. I had no need to, and these people with whom I was staying, were not as bad as I thought they were. At least, thus far.

However, during this week, Id spent significant time with Roman, he took his mission of protecting me to heart. He wouldnt leave me alone, anywhere, for any reason. Not for a second, of a minute of a day. He went wherever I went. No excuses. So needless to say, the time we spent together allowed us to learn a little more about each other. We talked a lot, of many things. Yet, whenever I asked him about that day, the one I didnt remember, the one that was like a dream, he would change the subject.

The park was beautiful. It was adorned with all sorts of lovely flowers and greenery. It was a tranquil setting, and simply walking in it made me feel at home. How do yo like it here so far? Its nice. Just nice? Yes. Just nice It takes some getting used to, I suppose You know what funny? I can understand everyone, yet, most of them, dont know a word Im saying. He giggled. Weird, huh? he asked rhetorically, I know. What is this weird word you talk about? Id never heard that word before. Umm he lifted his glasses to rub his eyes, possibly trying to explain, Its like when something is odd. Different in a funny and abnormal way You know? Oh, yes It is weird. I agreed. You still havent told me anything about yourself I assumed that he was digging for information. Theres nothing to tell. Im an orphan. I tried my best at changing the subject.

Yeah. An orphan that can see and speak to angels he instigated. Oh! So, I guess that makes you an orphan too I shot back. He giggled. From the distance I saw the figure of a woman, bent on hands and knees. She looked hurt. Roman, look, there. I pointed. He momentarily froze, but his reactions were much too slow, because as the thawed out, I was already on my way to see the hurt woman. What? Oh my goodness! This cant be! I thought to myself, my body began to pick up speed. Momma? I ran closer, Momma! I yelled out, Oh my goodness! My mother! I thought to myself. All sorts of emotions filled me up inside. I could hear Roman, from the background, calling out to me, but my mind was fixed on the woman ahead of me. The woman, that appeared to be my mother. I was running with all I had now, I had to go see if this was real. If she was real, Momma! I called out again, this time in serious need. I reached the woman, Roman, just some feet behind me; he slowed down and watched as he approached slowly. I dropped to my knees in front of her. Oh my goodness! This was my The lady whipped her head up to look at me. What? No! No! It wasnt her! This woman, that looked like my mother was not her. An imposter. Out of nowhere, a black portal opened. Much like the one that Uriel created when he visited us. Then, in a split second a hand grabbed the lady on the ground, the lady that resembled my mother incredibly grabbed my arm then, and the hand without a body pulled, tugging us both. I felt myself fly through the air, and into the portal. It all happened so fast, I didnt have time to react. I heard Roman yell in the background, No! No, Zita! he exclaimed then his voice faded away into nothing. I landed somewhere. I had no a single clue of what this place was, it looked like the rainforest, where I was born, but this place was dark and scary. It was like an alternate universe of the home that I once knew and loved. I heard a voice, an unmistakable voice, I cant leave here, but my slaves can Grandfather. I whispered. I have no grandchild! he said in contempt, I have no son! You and your mother, took him away from me.

Why am I here? I was barely able to gather enough courage to demand the question answered. That is my prerogative. In due time, if I so wish it, you will find out. Will you kill me? I asked, I didnt want to play games. He didnt answer my question. He merely looked at me up and down. Then taking me prisoner, he locked my up in the dungeon and walked away.

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What the hell just happened? What, in Gods name, was that? How in the world, did that just happen? It was like being sucker punched in the gut! Caught off guard and being hit with a fly ball. Unexpectedly being knocked upside the head with a bat. One minute Zita, and I are having a good time, chatting and walking together, the next, she gets sucked into a black hole. I didnt know what the heck hit me. I was still in awe. Dizzied almost, by the sudden turn of events. What in the world, was I supposed to do now? Holy hell! Leave it to me, to have these kinds of things happen! Not knowing what else to do, I ran! I ran with everything that was in me, back to Ms.White. She had to know that Zita was well was umm. What was she? Kidnapped? Taken? Abducted? Shoot, I didnt know! Was being sucked into a black hole, the same as being kidnapped? All I knew was that a hand flew out of said black hole, and then some lady (who was obviously bait) grabbed Zita, and away they flew, into the black hole together. How in Gods name was I supposed to explain that to Ms. White? Hell! I didnt know. Shed think that I was crazier, and then I already, thought I was! And Lord knew, that I think I was losing my mind! However, Ms. White was my savior the last time I was in trouble, so maybe she could figure this little problem out as well that is, if I was not just plain crazy, and had imagined it all.

From outside of the house, running towards it, with madness, I began to call out for her, I was practically, out of breath, but that didnt hold me back, Ms. White! I called at the top of my lungs; Ms. White! even harder thins time. Ms. White came running outside, just as I reached the door. Barely able to talk due to the shortness of breath, I tried to explain, Zita Gone breathing heavily, I pointed behind me, in the direction that I had just come from, The park deep breath in, Someone, took another breath, I dont know Ms. Whites face flushed of color, What? she seemed petrified, What happened, Roman? she was obviously worried and scared. Bending over, I placed my hands on my knees to help stabilize my own breathing, this took a second or two, We were just in the park We were talking she saw her mother she ran to her someone kidnapped her! Oh no! Oh my goodness! Ms. Whites jaw seemed to drop. We got to call the cops! I yelled at her. She seemed to force herself to become calm, then she looked at me. Who took her, Roman? she asked calmly, speaking slowly, so that I wouldnt confuse her words. Damn! how was I supposed to tell her this part, this was no easy task, Umm I scratched my head, Its kind of hard to explain Try me. Was all she said, then put her hand on my shoulder, this produced instant calm within me. I shook my head, You wont believe me Please, Roman, try.

Okay alright, fine. She took my arm then led me into the house, sat me on the couch and sat beside me. She waited for me to begin, If I tell you, please, please, believe me. I swear, its the truth. Of course, Roman. She reassured me. A hole a black hole opened up, right by the lady that apparently looked like her mother. They were both sucked into it. Goodness she whispered, Are you sure? she asked. You see, I knew youd think Im crazy, but I swear to God, thats what happened! I hung my head low; I was getting myself ready for a speech. But, wait! No speech. Only silence. Thats weird! Almost in disbelief I asked, You believe me? She nodded her head, Yes. What? I couldnt get passed that, Seriously? Yes. Holy crap! Seriously? Hah! I cant believe it! she really did, You actually believe me this was remarkable, So, would you believe me if I told you it wasnt the first time I saw one of those black holes? I was actually sucked into one myself, some time back. By that huge Dude, that was fighting Zita, that one time he said he was an angel I must be losing my mind! None of this makes sense! I curled my lip in a confused smile, as I babbled about, half in sarcasm and half in intrigue. Yes, Roman, Id believe you. She stood up looking saddened and confused, I must call Uriel. I jumped to my feet, Uriel? Oh heck no! It wasnt a bad dream, or me going crazy? You actually know him? He was with you that day? You were together? I paused to sort my thoughts out, Im seriously

confused! I suddenly became infuriated that things were being hidden from me, I think that you are the one that has some explaining to do now, Ms. White! I demanded in whispered anger. Yes. You are right. She turned her back to me, But, first I must call, Uriel. This couldnt be happening! Just like that, in the blink of an eye, a huge light came from nowhere and lit up the entire room, like a miniature sized big bang. My eyes went momentarily blind by the blast of light that came from where Ms. White stood. When my vision cleared, I about pooped my pants! I wanted to faint, but, I couldnt. Ms. White? I asked the creature that looked like her, in front of me. Yet, it was impossible; this creature looked like Ms. White dressed up as an angel for Halloween. Is this a trick or something?... Seriously? What the heck just happened to you?... Ms. White? she didnt answer. Tilting her head upward, she closed her eyes, almost like she was concentrating on something, then just a second or two later, she lowered her head and opened her eyes. Just a split second after that, a similar light as the one before lit up the space again, and when it died down; who would appear behind it? No one other than the Green Giant, himself! Uriel, the archangel. I was stupefied! Stumped for words. I must truly be completely mad. His voice as intimidating as I remembered it, You called for me, Par? What? Huh? Par? Who the hell is Par? And, Ms. White, didnt call anyone! She never even picked up the phone! by this point I was talking just to talk, because nothing I said, saw or did, nothing around me, made any sort of sense to me. I think I was talking because I was somehow trying to keep some sort of normalcy in my life. Somehow. Then, I spoke directly at him, Besides, how can you even be here? Youre not real!... shrugging my shoulders in pure unadulterated confusion, losing complete composure, I yelled at them both, What in the holy hell is this? Uriel put his hand on my shoulder and only said one word, Calm. And as if by reflex, I sat and said nothing else. My mind went from an emotional mess of a battlefield, to butterflies and roses. The questions were still there, but, I somehow was not at a loss of composure anymore. My best way to explain it was that Uriel had

a Ritalin touch, instantly calming my nerves. This allowed Ms. White time to speak. And, boy did I hope she would tell me something useful. Something that would make sense and would explain all of this craziness. She began to explain with an introduction, Roman, you may know me as Ms. White, but thats not my real name. I chose that name to use it while disguised in my human form, My real name is Par. I nodded slowly, still unable to move or speak. She continued, You know, Uriel her hand pointed to him. I nodded again, He is an archangel. You obviously know him already. She smiled to herself, I am a guardian angel Your guardian angel and Zitas. alright, this was getting heavy. She continued, You and Zita are my charges. Oh Jeez! Holy mother of God! What in the world were these people talking about? Then Par (as she called herself) began to narrate a story. My head began to put together an image, almost as if I were there during that time it all happened

Chapter Fourteen

Middle Ground Spirit Realm Nineteen Years Earlier

It was no secret that Chamuel was beautiful. His long slender, mildly muscular frame, sterling silver eyes, long straight jet black hair made him nothing less than tantalizing. He was tall, not unlike most archangels, with long arms and legs, slender and strong. Yet, it wasn't just that, it was everything about him. His walk, his

talk, his voice, his entire Ora was nothing more than candy to mankind. One look from his silvery penetrating eyes could practically freeze someone in their tracks. Yet, as masculine as he was, there was the air of tenderness, and this is what made people cling to him. He was after all, the Archangel, patron of the brokenhearted. His entire existence was made to sooth the hurting, and put peace into the hearts of those whom needed it the most. His beauty and abilities gave Chamuel, the impression that he was greater than all other, this included the Higher Sources. Hed become conceited with his good looks and powers. The ability to mend a broken heart was nothing to be taken lightly, after all. However, even with all that, he was still not greater than the Higher Sources. After all, They were the Creators. I interrupted, Wait a minute! What in the heck does this have to do with me? What are you talking about? I demanded as I was beginning to get upset again. Uriel, looked at me with his fiery eyes, Shush, boy. Listen. At that very instant, I zipped my mouth. Par continued Im sure you are familiar with the story of Lucifer. Correct? I nodded without saying a word. She proceeded, Well, much like Lucifer, many angel and archangels turned to evil. Gabriel, was among them. Chamuel, was one of them as well. Hed decided that, he could create his own army of hybrid angels with his DNA that would and could walk amongst humanity, and do his bidding. Being, his children would give them no alternative but to abide by his every rule. When the Higher Sources became aware of his transgressions, it was just a bit too late. A young Roman-American woman had already been fooled by Chamuel. She was the first and only human to bare his child. I was almost certain that I knew where she was going with this but, I thought, that playing the denial card would be better, Okay, so evil angels Now, what does that have anything to do with me? You are the child, Roman. She said with complete focus in her eyes.

Drawing in a big mocking breath, with my body language telling them that they were totally and absolutely crazy, I swung my hand at her and gave her a very fake laugh, Hardy, har, har!! Yeah No! then imitating the voice of Darth Vader from Star Wars, I said, Luke, I am your father!... I opened my eyes and jumped to my feet, YOU ARE FREAKING CRAZY! Now, I was much more than impatient and irritated. I was irate! Furious! Panic attach, returning, I lost my composure all over again, WHAT THE HECK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU PEOPLE?!? I screamed at them. Par, walked up to me and put both of her hand on my shoulder, Just listen, Child. Shrugging my arms up, I resigned, Alright! Fine! then I plopped back down to the couch, at that instant realizing that whenever one of these angels touched me, Id calm down. Was that like some sort of angel voodoo or something? Uriel, came next to me, placed his hands on my forehead, Look. Was all he said. Like a flash, my mind began to drift into a tunnel that seemed to have no end. I whipped through it, practically flying. I landed somewhere

There was a man, sitting on a pure white throne; this man resembled me somehow, with the exception that his hair was straight and at shoulder length. He, I must admit was very handsome. He sat sideways with one leg propped up on the arm of the throne. His arms hung from the sides. He was very relaxed it appeared. The appearance of his posture was very casual. The place where he was, however, was ridiculously white. So white, in fact, that your eyes could quite possibly not adjust to the light. I heard Uriels rugged voice, Chamuel! Get off of there! He sounded so angry. Now, why would I want to do something like that? Chamuels voice was sly and soft. You are out of place. The Higher Sources have become aware of your malice.

And putting his leg down he leaned forward. And Your time has come. Mmm So, who do you suppose is going to make my time come to an end? he asked Uriel in a taunting manner. Me. He walked closer. Ah! a laugh slipped from his throat. The sarcasm was obvious, Well, how do you intend on doing that? Charging without any forewarning, Uriel ran towards Chamuel. Chamuel, jumped out of the thrown in which he sat. Leaping into the air, and his wings springing open. He landed on the other side of Uriel, with feather light feet. I think you missed, Brother. Uriel, turned with agitation in his eyes, We are no longer brothers. He ran towards him once again, leaped in the air, turning into a double axel, wing expanding at the very same moment, then his sword was summoned. Uriel, landed right in front of Chamuel, on one knee, arms extended and with his fire sword at Chamuel. Chamuel, jumped into the air, and took flight. This caused Uriel, to chase him. Uriel too took off to fly. While in the air, Chamuel, with a single thought, summoned his battle club. This one was white with silver spikes. When lifted it sparkled like a beautiful diamond. Club in hand, Chamuel, while still drifting in midair, released it. It took a life of its own, floating right in front of him. Chamuels gaze lay upon his weapon and his eyes turned into what resembled pure silvery glass. The reflection of his club lingered within them. It would seem that he and his weapon were becoming a single unit. The club began to spin, rapidly in a clockwise motion. Faster this time, until, visible wind began to spin around it. Chamuel, thrust his head upwardly, the club dated in that precise direction, going after Uriel. Uriel while still in flight dodged it.

Uriel threw his sword at Chamuel. Chamuel, swiftly dodge the sword as well. Like a boomerang, the fire sword returned to its owner. From, somewhere behind Uriel, Chamuels club came flying back. Uriel swooped to the left. It missed him. Chamuel froze midflight, as did Uriel. Chamuel, beckoned his club, and the club began to spin once again, this time with a few thrusts of the head the club was whipping about, here and there. Suddenly, small tornadoes began to form some from above, others from below and still others from the sides. The small tornadoes target was Uriel. Swiftly eluding each one, he flew from side to side, in a dance with his current form of danger.

Having had enough with the ridiculous game of cat and mouse, Uriel, stopped in his tracks. He, while still elevated in midair, stood straight up and extended his hands outward. Closing his eyes for just a moment then reopening them, his eyes converted in to fiery comment like balls of blaze. Red, hot fire danced in them. Beckoning back his sword, he took it in his hand, and with a single shift of the wrist, where ever he pointed; the sword exuded the fire that he carried within. This time, Chamuel, was the one doing the dancing. With a gust of wind from his club, Chamuel, put out Uriels fires. The flight continued for a short while longer, Its seems like youre having some trouble, brother. Chamuel mocked, It seems like you are too Uriel shot back. Then, since obviously, we cannot beat each other; join me brother. Together, we would make for greater Rulers over the heavens, earth and spirit realms Together, with the help of my creations, we will become, all powerful. Join me Brother. Chamuel said the last word with deep intent, trying to move Uriels heart, somehow. Just as he finished, Uriel, as if by magic, appeared right besides Chamuel, before, Chamuel could react, Uriel had already drawn his fire sword, and pushed it with a penetrating thrust, I am NOT your brother... anymore. Uriels last word was said in silent remorse, not for having done his job, but for having lost Chamuel.

The sword caught, Chamuel, he was surprised. His eyes opened wide with the sudden pain. The sword lit up, and so did Chamuel. And, just like that Chamuel, was gone.

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The tunnel, reappeared, I was flying right back up it once more. Like a whip, I was back, and opened my eyes. I felt sick to my stomach. In the attempt to run to the bathroom to puke, I fell to the ground. Stumbling, a little, I quickly got back on my feet and ran as fast as I could to the bathroom; and hurled my brains out! Walking back to Par and Uriel, was difficult, my legs felt wobbly. Now, confusion and anguish were my predominant emotion. I dont understand, how can this be. My parents are just a few houses away. Im not like you guys for Christs sake; I dont even like you very much. I directed at Uriel, then continued, I never even believed in all this stuff till now. My hands on my stomach and a tear running down my cheek, I proceeded, This cant be true. Im sorry, Roman, but it is. Par said softly, obviously seeing my internal turmoil. Not knowing what else to say, I changed the subject, What about Zita? I looked Par straight in the eye, What are we going to do to save her? Roman, you need to know something about Zita Par said rather uneasily. What now? I said sarcastically, Is she an angel too? Actually, shes just the opposite. As soon as she said that, she lowered her head and looked up only using her eyes.

What?!? what was I supposed to do with that tidbit of information? I was in love with a demon? Wait a minute! I was in love? Out of nowhere the reality of that thought hit me almost knocking me off my feet. I loved her! Shes a demon? Par simply nodded, then said Half demonKind of like you are half angel then tilted her head to one side, allowing me to process then information. I dont care! I love her! I told her with blunt honesty, We need to save her! at this very moment I did not care about me, my past or origin, all I wanted to know was that Zita was going to be okay. Uriel, looked at me with determination, Very well, seed of Chamuel. We exchanged a nod of agreement, and with just a look, he opened a portal of some sort, just like the black holes that Ive unwillingly become accustomed to seeing. Lets go, Big Foot! We were off

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What was I to do now? How in the world would I get out of this mess? My powers were of no use with other Encantados, I supposed. I mean, they possessed the same powers I did; Right? Therefore, it made any attempt at using them, ridiculous. The girl, that looked so much like my mother, sat in a metal crate like cage deposited in the dungeon were I was thrown. Everything, about her, broke my heart. I felt so bad for her. I could also imagine my own mother, when she was taken from her home, all those year ago. She too, must have been treated in this very inhumane way. I wondered why they did not lock me up in a cage as well. What were they after?

There was a small hole in the wall. I carefully approached it, in order to see through to the other side. Seeing anything was impossible, but it allowed me to hear them talking. I pressed my ear close to the small hole in the wall, the voices were almost echoing, but I could still understand most of what they were saying with no difficulty. Have you heard any word from Uriel? my grandfather questioned someone. No my Lord. Then why are you standing there? He whipped out in anger, Go find him! He will have to explain to me, why he did not bring me the girl. Why I had to go get her myself. This is preposterous. His voice rang just an octave higher than usual. Making it sound like he was increasingly upset. I removed my ear from the hole. This must have been what Uriel was talking about that day in the forest. I lifted my ear from the hole. Suddenly, a beam of light broke through and perforated the tiny hole, like some had shown a flashlight through the tiny space, then just like that it died down. I pressed my ear against it again, You have no need to come find me. I am right here. Uriels dry voice was unmistakable and clear. Ureil. Tievel greeted. Tievel. Uriel greeted in return. Partner, what do you suggest I do with my suspicious ways? Its inevitable for me. You cannot teach and old dog, new tricks. Tievel whined. Do with it what you please. Uriel shot back as cold as ice. So please, elaborate. Why was I forced to capture her? You did not give me time to do anything. I watching. She has an angel that guards over her. Someone, that I know well. I had to be smart about it.

Oh, I see. Where is she now? I could hear a suspicious hum in Tievels voice. He seemed to not comprehend why Uriel wanted to know. So without allowing him to ask, Uriel offered the information, I would like to take a closer look at the threat, which youve so adamantly spoken of. Oh, indeed. I heard footsteps so I ran back where I sat earlier, next to the girl in the cage. When I got there, I took a look at the girl, in the cage and I noticed that she suddenly began to tremble. Could it be that the simple sound of his footsteps produced that much fear in her? I felt so bad for her, so trying to offer her some comfort, I asked in a whisper, What is your name? Her voice was scared and shaky, Cruzita Hi Cruzita. Im Zita. I reached my hand in the cage, extending it for her to shake. She jolted her body to the opposite end of the cage, jumping as far away from me as physically possible. Im sorry. I didnt mean to scare you. I said slowly pulling my hand back out. At that instant the chamber door flew open, frightening the both of us. The two men entered the room, making fear rattle my bones. I was still unsure of Uriel, being on my side or not. I still was unable to figure him out. But, there he stood, right besides my grandfather. The both of them looked at me up and down

Chapter Fifteen

They came closer. Before I knew it my back was glued to the cage that was behind me. I wasnt able to use my powers here. My powers were childs play in comparison to these two beings. They observed me as if I

were some sort of reward. Having come approximately half way towards me, Uriel stopped. This made my grandfather stop also. Uriel spoke, I want to see her alone. That infamous dry tone so apparent. Alone? Tievel had bewilderment written all over his face. Yes. Why? I would very much like to see what she can do. Why? It would be my pleasure to see if shed be interested in joining us. This would be a great benefit to us. It was more than apparent that the idea was preposterous to Tievel, he wanted me dead. End of story! Yet, Uriel glanced at him briefly and demanded, Go! Tievel, extended his hand with an open palm, pointed in my direction, then slowly backed away. I could not believe my ear and eyes. This was insulting, No! I will never join you! Never! I yelled at them with anger. Pretty much ignoring me, the men proceeded in what they were doing. Tievel, exited the room, closing the door behind him. Uriel, walked towards me slowly. His slow approach made my nerves lose control. Everything slowed down in my head, I wanted so bad to open my mouth to sing, but something was holding me back, somehow. He was no about six inches away from me. I could feel the heat that exuded from his body. This caused goose bumps to raise on my skin, Girl. He said. I tensed, my jaw locked. Relax. I bring you good tidings. Huh! I blurted sarcastically.

Uriel smirked a bit then said, Is that so? then released a small chuckle. This surprised me. I think it was the first time that I saw him show some sort of emotion. He turned his head to his right side and stared into thin air for just a second. Then a black hole opened up. The same type of portal that these beings used for travel. He waved someone in. Whomever it was entered. I felt my jaw drop. It was Roman, and Ms. White. And, Ms. White was an angel! Uriel, mentioned, I thought that I might need some backup. Yeah right! As if he needed any help! Honestly thought, I didnt know that he had a sense of humor. Roman ran to me, with no warning, and threw his arms around me. He grabbed me and squeezed me tight. It was awkward, but somehow immensely comforting. Zita! Youre okay. Oh, man I was worried sick! Seriously! What are you doing here? I had to make sure you were safe. I came to save you Im your protector; remember? nothing but sincerity in his eyes. My heart skipped a beat. Thank you I said under my teeth. Ms. White? I asked in awe. You can call me Par. She said with a large smile and a wink. I dont know what I would have done, had something happened to you. Roman gently placed my hand on his chest. I didnt fight. Now, now, children, we must go no time for mushy stuff. Par instructed. With a smash, the dungeons door flew open. Tievels minions stood on the other side. One yelled, Traitor! and they flooded the room, rushing in. Their eyes were fueled with animosity. I could see weapons in their hands, but was not able to make out what the tools were.

All I could really see was evil, indignation and resentment towards Uriel. They circled us. Roman, covered my back. Ms. White; or Par, rather, stood side to side with Uriel. In a blink they began to swarm is, with an attack. Roman, grabbed me and pulled me to a corner, so as to cover me from the situation. I heard the sound of metal hitting against each other. Two against several. Id lost count of how many more of them there were, compared to us. Roman kept me nuzzled tightly into his form, not allowing me to get away from him. Then, in a flicker, I heard Uriel call for us. I looked for him and saw him behind about five Encantados, fighting them. Somehow, he pointed, we looked, a portal opened, then I looked back. Cruzita, was formed up into a ball of fear in her cage. I couldnt leave her there! I looked up at Roman, Her! We have to get her out of there! Out of here! Why? How? he asked in despair. I dont know! But, we cant leave her here! Alright! he agreed, obviously wanting to help. How? He grabbed my hand, pulling me, we both moved about hunched over close to the ground, trying to reach her. I heard Uriel yell at us, Hurry! Then Par, Go! Now! We reached the cage and I started tugging at the locked door. I couldnt get it open. Roman, had his try. Nothing! I heard Uriel call out, Duck! as we got down, as gust of wind came sweeping by us in the form of a hot blaze. I saw from my peripheral vision, the fire of his sword come flying by. It hit the cage and the door flew wide open.

The girl, Cruzita, was astonished. Yet, it was more than apparent that she was also ecstatic. She crawled out of her prison as fast as she could. I took her hand, and we ran. All three of us, ran as fast as possible, dodging, jumping, evading the battle that was taking place in this room. Then with a running head start, Roman holding my hand and I holding Cruzitas hand, jumped in the portal. I could feel my head buzzing; my eye sight went into a fog, my mind almost drifted while traveling through this hole type portal that was our gate way from one world to another. Yet, the entire way, none of us let each others hand go. The trip lasted all of a second of two, then we began to land. I could feel the gravity that pulled out bodies down as we reentered earths atmosphere. The, we merely walked out. Out, right into Pars living room. I couldnt believe it. And, just like that the black hole, portal, closed behind us. At that very instant, Roman, wrapped his hands around me again, giving me a great big hug, holding me secure and firm in his arms. I didnt fuss, I didnt do anything really, that included returning the hug. I didnt know how to respond. Id never known how. So, not knowing what to do, I just let him. In my mind a million and one things ran through it, trying to find their place in the labyrinth that were my thought at that very moment. This was not me. I allowed no man to touch me. No one to possess me in that way that he was doing. However, it felt oddly comforting. It was weird (as Roman said), but this embrace was something, that I very much needed. It made me feel almost human. Almost! As if the gaping wound that was in my heart, with this hug had simultaneously gotten better, a little. Not gone. Just better, somehow. His embrace had a healing quality and this, I appreciated. Quickly, he let me go, after having had his fill of hold me. I said nothing. I just stepped back, with one big step. Then I turned to face Cruzita, Are you alright? I asked her. Yes. She replied shyly. Are you sure? Are you hurt?

No. I am fine. She looked down at the floor. I walked towards her to get a better look at her. She looked so much like my mother. So much! Only, up close could I tell that she wasnt Momma. Why are you staring at me? she asked seemingly uncomfortable. Im sorry I I cant help it. I could not take my eyes off of her. Please. Stop. She asked finally in a soft tone. Its juts You dont understand You I couldnt seem to find the right words to explain, then I tried again, You look so much like my mother. Her eyes caught mine, they too were my mothers forest green colored eyes, just like mine, Oh. She said shyly. So much. I repeated, How can one person look so much like another? I asked aloud. I dont know. She replied, her shy demeanor predominant in everything she did. I wanted her to feel comfortable around me, and figured the only way to do that would be to talk to her, How did they capture you? It was some years ago she started slowly. Yes? How long? I dont know. Ive lost track. I see. What happened? I cant remember much My family and I were trying to find someone. She stopped there. Then what happened?

I really dont remember. She dropped her head in embarrassment. Its alright. Dont worry about it. I tapped her shoulder lightly, trying to make her feel safe, You need to eat and rest. I told her. Roman, and I walked with her back to the kitchen, we looked around and found her some things to eat. She inhaled the food. She must have not eaten in days. She sat there lodging bite after unfinished bite of food into her mouth. The entire scene was saddening. Roman, took my arm, and pulled me aside. We whispered a conversation. Zita, I have something to tell you Alright. First, tell me I was told I mean Uriel and Par, said Are you really? Ummhe stopped his babbling and scratched his head. What Roman? I asked impatiently. Are you really half demon? he inquired with shame sounding in his voice. Why should I tell you anything about me? I blurted back defensively. I really need to know, Zita its important. He grabbed both my shoulders as if he were desperate for the answer. Why? Because its hard to explain umm he was really not so good at talking to people. Im telling you nothing. My hard exterior was not allowing him to break its shell. He pulled me close. So, close that I could feel his breath on my face, Please he implored, Its important.

Reluctantly, I spoke. He was going to freak and I knew it! Yes its true. His hands let me go and dropped to his side. You see? You judge! You cannot understand or accept who I am! angered I yelled out at him. He grabbed me again, fire in his belly, YOU dont understand! he bluntly put out. I jumped back. Fear began to take over, an unexplained fervor took control. I began to feel anxious. Roman, stop or Ill I began to step back slowly cautiously. Putting my hand up and a wall between us. Or youll stop me? he shot out. A back flash took over my memory that was so familiar The dream! It was just like that nightmare! No! It couldnt have been true! It couldnt have happened! My eyes pierced through him in disbelief. Then his rigged demeanor changed and his voice went from anger to frustration, Zita, you dont understand Roman Im warning you! I waved him away with the hand I help up, Stay away! He walked closer, stopped, began to pace, then walked towards me again. The song in my head began to play. Id yet to open my mouth, but if I let the adrenaline take over, he had not chance against me. He placed his hand on his heart, Im confused I need to tell you something. Thats it! Stand back! Dont come any closer! I warned him as the adrenaline rush came, I could not control myself. I was trying to stop myself, but the attempt was futile. My hands began to shiver, my lips to quiver, my mouth opened, and the song began to flood out. The girl, Cruzita, dropped the food shed been inhaling, and her eyes began to flutter. Her head began to wobble. She was hypnotized, and I knew it. I meant her no harm, so I directed my energies to Roman. He started to shake. Tremble. His knees were apparently wobbly. Yet, no eyes fluttering. No hypnotism. Yet, obviously, something was happening to him. I sang, Roman, back away he did so, but I could not

tell if it was because of my song or from his own free will. He started shaking uncontrollably now. Like he had lost whatever bit of control he had over his own body. I sang again, not really knowing what to say, Roman tell me whats wrong he flung his head up, his glasses dropped to the floor. He answered with a lot of trouble, I dont know just like that he fell to his knees, gripping his stomach with one hand and his head with the other. He let out an agonizing scream. This worried me to the core. The last thing that I wanted to do was hurt him. All I wanted was for him to leave me alone. All and all, he was still my friend. Hed just lost a little of his control, especially due to the astonishing news of what I really was I think. Still maintaining guard, I decided to sing him better; or at least try. I figured, if my gift was strong enough to do damage, maybe in this instance, it would be good enough to help of at least I hoped it would. Can you hear me? I asked in song. He nodded with a lot of effort. I am going to walk towards you this time he shook his head, no, Why? He began to thrash. He was squirming all over the ground now. Worry started to take over my emotions more than I would have liked. Cruzita, ran and hid under a table. I came close, regardless of his warning. When I got near him, I began to simply hum my tune, this time, the music inside of me displayed my emotions. Just then, Roman opened his eyes. They were like glass! Silvery, glossy glass. The entirety of his eyes had become two big balls of crystalized glass, like nothing Id ever seen before. I felt a gust of wind blow by. Harder this time! Then another, that one blew me back and away from him. I went flying into the air, and landed just a few feet away from him. I heard him call out with pain, Zita! it sounded more like he was worried of what had happened to me, than anything else. The gust of wind blew by me again. Then, he with much effort, stood to his feet, Zita! he called out again. He extended his hand in my direction, reaching out to try and save me. But, the wind lost all control. Things began to be lifted into some sort of twister. Cruzita, practically dug her nails into the floor as she did her best at exiting to area. The look in her eyes told me loud and clear, that she was even more afraid not, than she had ever been.

That was it; I lost all control of myself. I lost whatever bit of self-domination I had left of my senses. I felt my mind take a one eighty, like it had flipped entirely. Making whatever bit of humanity that was left within me, no longer reside there. This somehow felt familiar; as if it had happened to me before. However, I felt my skin heat into a feverish form. My eyes began to burn, my ears began to ring, and, my mouth opened. When it opened, a song that was not of my usual nature song exuded. This song was like an outward war against this situation, which was flowing from my very core. This song was not my usual song, not the persuading, sensual, song that conquered peoples free will. This song was an all-out war, it was a struggle for survival. I could not believe that my own mature was forcing me to fight against whatever was happening in Roman. But, I could not think for myself. It was must like my own individual voice of reason was lost and locked tight somewhere deep-down inside of me. The Enchantress that resided inside of me, took over, and much like a screaming banshee, I began to whale. This caused an even more profuse reaction within Roman. It was like mixing oil and water. My inner banshee, fought with whatever was inside of him. The room practically began to spin. Almost literally, a small indoor tornado began to form in it. Everything that was already hovering and the air began to turn and turn, until it formed a cyclone. Though, Id been hanging on to the wall, the thing inside of me, made me let go, as if it were not afraid of being tossed around. I could feel my body hovering now, but still, I could not control my behavior. The song was ear piercing, the screeches deafening. The subconscious part of me knew that it could possibly make anyones ears bleed, but, this part of me didnt care. I was able to catch a glimpse of myself out of the corner of my eye, with a piece of broken mirror that flew by me. I was not myself. My hair had gone red at the ends, making the appearance of it like lit flames. My bronzed skin had gone pale. My eyes no longer contained their white, they transformed into balls of blazing forest greenery. As if the amazon, had been set on fire and resided inside of my soul. Oh my goodness! How was I to stop myself? How was I to stop my body from protecting itself? This was too surreal! I needed help!

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All I could hear, was the inside of my head, as it yelled, Mm, mm, nu-uh, mm, mm! No, no, no, no, no! Absolutely, not! It felt like I was trapped inside my own head, pounding at the doors of my mind, trying to get set free! Someone, anyone, let me out! No, no no, no, no, no! Naw! Heck no! Abso-freaking-lutely NOT! This is NOT happening! This is a dream I should be waking up right aboooout Ok! How aboooout Well, then Its going to be riiiight, now NOPE! Not working! Holy freaking moly! This was incredible! What in Gods name was going on with me? With Zita? If there was one thing that I knew for certain, it was that I had gone through, WAY too dag-on much in the last couple of days! I, think I was somehow making this room levitate. Id lost control of my own body. And whatever Zita, was doing was making it worse for me; and in turn was doing the same to her. Neither of us, had control over anything that was going on. Yet, we were both causing it. This was completely FREAKY! Okay, okay, I got it! I was half angel, apparently. And Zita was, apparently, half demon. But, couldnt we all just get along? If not for our own sake, then for the sake of the innocent girl that had dragged herself out of the room. I had to figure something out. I had to find a way to stop myself and stop Zita. But how? That was the question. One thing was clear, we needed help, and I needed to let Zita know that I meant her no harm. Maybe, that would cause her inner beast to chillax, or something. How could I do that though, when I was doubled over in pain and engulfed in an inexplicable loss of self-control? It was funny how my mind seemed to be divided into two. The real me; the one banging at the doors of my brain trying to get out. Then the crazy, psyched out angle me; that overpowered my identity.

In the next few moments, several things happened, the battle between angel and demon continued, the girl Cruzita, escaped, and like a flash Par and Uriel came abruptly into the disturbing scene. It was comparable to thunder, the voice that yelled with authority, STOP! then like a calming storm everything ceased to move, including Zita and myself. Still feeling the repercussions of the episode, my body still in pain, I managed to look over and see Uriel holding his fire sword up in the air. It had been him that managed to control the commotion. The look on his face was that of utter disappointment. I felt bad, like I had let them all down somehow. But, how was I supposed to control something, I had no clue existed in the first place. He spoke again, dryly this time, I supposed this was to be expected. How can an angel and a demon coincide? he shortly dropped his head in consideration. Then quickly lifted it once more, Pari, you take the girl from here. Speak to her. Tell her everything. She needs to know. And, go find the other girl I will take the boy.

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Before I knew it, I was flying around somewhere Id never seen before in my life. The mountains and the valleys were so picturesque. Radiant life came from this place. I wondered if I was dreaming. Id only seen placed this beautiful in magazine pictures. Uriel, held me and carried me, One day, you too will be able to fly this way, with no assistance from me or anyone. I nodded, yet I was still in disbelief. It was too dreamlike, to be real. We landed. He placed me gently on the ground, Im sure you have some questions. He stated openly. Yeah As the matter of fact I do. Sudden anger filled me, Why? My entire life was a lie a joke! Why?

It was no lie and no joke, boy. It was in your best interest. It was important that you be given a chance at a normal life. In due time you were bound to discover the truth. That was inevitable. But, why me? I didnt even ask to be born! something became moved inside of me, I still just dont understand! Its so much to take in. Its not a matter of understanding, Its a matter of accepting. That makes no sense, Gianormico! he was making me upset. I hated riddles, I despised games. I felt like The Person Upstairs was playing games with my life. Accept what? I asked in anger. You have all the right to be angry. Anger, is the first step in healing. Oh my god! Are you serious, Bigfoot? Healing? I threw my face in my hands. He placed his hand on my shoulder. Just one hand. I could feel some sort of emotion coming from him, but I couldnt decipher what it was. Your father, was a good friend You cant be serious! You killed him, Captain Titanic! now I really felt like someone was playing games with me. First, there is no need to keep calling me names, boy. He said, though, I was not able to distinguish his emotion, his dryness prevailed, Second, he was a good friend. Really Green Giant? How so? I said, calling him my favorite name for him, just to spite him. He merely shook his head at me, when I called him the name then he said, Look. Oh, crap! No, no, no, no, no, no! Aw man! Not again! I thought to myself, already knowing what was going to happen, and unable to verbalize a word.

I was back in that place; the all-white place that had no beginning or end. Still this place glistened with the shimmer of a white incomparable to any other. Still, the emptiness of this place, didnt fell empty at all. It felt full of life, full of love. I saw them walking up side by side, together. They looked like good old pals, much like Andy and I. They walked, speaking amongst themselves of something I could not quite make out. Then, they laughed. They came closer and stopped just a few feet away from me. I could see by the scene that this was a good time for them, a time when things were not complicated, not gone sour. Uriel, smiled and had all sorts of emotions displayed on his face. Nothing like the Uriel that I knew. And, Chamuel, laughed with the happiness of an open heart. I was impressive, seeming them that way. Suddenly, I noticed myself standing next to Uriel. The real Uriel. The one that brought me here, into this memory land. My, Uriel, as it was. It was something out of an old Christmas story. It surprised me seeing him there. But, taking advantage of the moment, I decided to ask, What were you talking about? A lost child. Someone, we helped. When you say lost you dont really mean lost; do you? His heart was lost. We helped him heal and find his way. How? I guided him with the light of knowledge. Chamuel, healed his heart. Oh they looked so content in the scene. I couldnt help but ask, So, what happened? Ill show you.

I felt my body shift, turning to face behind where we stood. With the shift, the scenery changed as well. We were still in the same place, but apparently, we were in a separate location, in this enormous place, this room, had a small stair way, which led to a platform that contained thrones. Several of them, sitting side by side. At first look, Id say that there were anywhere between seven and ten of them. I wondered what I was looking at. Uriel spoke, The Hierarchy of the Archangels, consisted of many. Each on with a specific mission I am the bringer of light. Not, to be confused with Lucifer. My mission was and is, to enlighten the lost, bring light to the needy, and provide knowledge and guidance to those who are not able to find it. Among other things Your father, was the mender of broken hearts. And so on, with each Archangel. He looked down at me briefly, I nodded. I knew where he was going. So, he continued, However, the Hierarchy began to unhinge, some of us remained faithful to the commands of the Higher Sources, and some rebelled Youve heard of the Fall; have you not? Yes. Well, many were cast out of the High Ground, Archangels such as Lucifer and Azazel. Yet others, remained hidden behind a mask of faithfulness... Chamuel and Gabriel, for example. Those Fell later. Wait! Hold up! I interrupted. You must really enjoy, interrupting our history lessons. He said dryly. But I have a question Very well. Whoooooo, are the Higher Sources? I keep hearing about them The right side of his lip curled just a bit, They are the Creators. Isnt that God?

Yes. But Umm? The Higher Sources are God. They are two-in-one and one-in-two. The Alpha and the Omega. The Beginning and the End. Male and Female. Why else would you think that male and female humans were created? The bible tells you that you were made in the image and resemblance of God. Does it not? Ooooh I think Anyway, go on. Alight he nodded his head in teasing appreciation, as I allowed him to continue with his lesson, Little by little; the Higher Sources became aware of the rebellion and tertiary of the Hierarchy. And one by one, they terminated them and replaced them. Once again Uriel lowered his head in sadness, then continued to explain. Yet, as he spoke, I could see all the occurrences happening like a Three-D motion picture playing around me, The worst day of my existence, was the day that I found out the my best friend, had rebelled. This, left me with no choice but to confront him. He stopped or just a moment Well, you already know the end of the story Oh. Then just like that, we were back in the woods, So, what am I supposed to? I asked. Whatever your heart leads you to do. However, your fate is to replace your father One day. It was amazing. It was all so hard to swallow. And Zita? Her fate lies in her hands. She will have to choose her path. Due to her nature, she can choose to go either way.

Will we ever be together? Will she ever know how I feel? What am I supposed to do with what I feel for her, if she chooses the bad path? I am not the Higher Sources, Roman. I am sorry. I do not know what will happen, in the end.

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Par, and I walked along the street. Either, she was speaking my language, or I was speaking hers but with way it didnt matter, thanks to Uriels little magic trick I could understand her just fine. I was increasingly beginning to grow closer to this lovely angel and woman. She as like the mother figure that I needed. We walked, searching for Cruzita, however, we also talked about things. Life, love, faith, fate the very vague and undefined notion of fate. Yet, regardless of that matter, our conversation was really deep and interesting. She helped me become me again somehow. Par, I dont understand why life is so cruel. Why people, mortal and immortals alike, do such bad things. I tried my hardest to speak to her openly. Child, sweet Zita, people; mortals and immortals alike make choices. Sometimes, our choices are good ones. Sometimes, they are bad ones. I guess, the worst part of it is that our choices can sometimes effect innocent beings. I shrugged my shoulders in the attempt to understand as she kept talking, Can I ask you something, Child? Sure. How do you feel about, Roman? What? a wall came flying up to hide my emotions, What about Roman?

Zita, I know everything about you. I know that in mind and body you are a young woman, And, a fine one at that Smart, beautiful, intelligent, strong, independent everything a young woman should be. And, ever though, you try hard to hide it, I know that you feel something for him. Child, you are too young to hole so many grudges against the world Live, love, Sweet Child. Par, had just quoted the exact words that my mother told me so many nights ago in my dreams. Live, love, But how? I dont know how! Then, you are going to have to learn how. How can I, if no one will teach me? All Ive ever learned from people is hatred and evil. Other than my parents, you have been the only other person that has shown me love. Thats not fully true, now. Is it? What do you mean? Roman, has shown you love. As the matter of fact, hes shown you love, from the first day he met you not having a reply to that statement, I merely hung my head. Child, you do realize, that the choice is yours What choice? Any choices, were taken from me, along with my life I said bitterly. The choice to do with your life, as you see fit. You can choose to be who you want to be, and no one can do anything to stop you... You are the only person in your way. I remained quiet, silently considering her words.

In the distance, I could see her. I pointed, Look, there she is. Cruzita, had been sitting on a park bench, her head hung low, and her entire Ora, was discouraged and lost. Avoiding trying to scare her off, we opted with simply slowly walking in her direction. When we reached her, she didnt lift her head in order to speak, I remember was also she said quietly. What? I asked softly, What do you remember? My family and I we were looking for my sister. Shed disappeared one day, when she went to the rainforest with our mother. We never saw her again What happened to her? No one knows. But, every day for the next several years we searched for her I was eleven, when she was lost. The day I was captured I had just turned sixteen All that time My parents never gave up trying to find her I suppose, now they look for us both. Im sorry to hear that. Thank you. She said, looking up just a second with the most broken soul Id ever seen. Well, youre safe now. Come back home with us. We will take care of you. Par, will make sure you stay safe, always. Without saying another word, she stood to her feet, back hunched, displaying her inner perturbation. Then she followed us back, I felt so back for her. I knew exactly what it was like to lose your entire family. To lose everything

Chapter Seventeen

Highest Ground

Things were beginning to get complicated. Things were beginning to get twisted up. They did expect for Roman and Zitas gifts to clash heads. After all, it was only natural. However, theyd hoped that these two exceptional beings would learn to overcome the obstacles and move on with life with love. The Encantadores, were becoming increasingly difficult. The Higher Sources, had become aware of their evil plan, We will have to speak with Uriel and Par. She said, her voice so delicate and so angelic. Yes. We may also have to meet with the children. They will need out guidance. He spoke with majesty. They knew all too well that meeting the children, would be a great ordeal. This was not something regularly done. The Higher Sources had Their messengers, Their representatives to take care of such matters. However, this growing problem might require Their direct intervention, and directly intervening was not beyond Them. As the matter of fact, They preferred it.

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Time flew by. Hours, days and weeks; during which Roman and I spent significant time together, as well as with Par and Uriel, learning of ourselves and of each other as well. Every day we tried to learn a little more about the situation in which we were involved. During which time I grew closer to Roman, Par and Cruzita. Ina was so happy in this place. She started going to school and learning the English language. She made friends. So did I. I learned that not all people were evil.

Though, I still struggled with insecurities, this was definitely a learning experience. It allowed me to grow and learn about the good that lived inside of me. I was not all evil. I had a choice to be whoever I wanted to be. I had a choice to do with my life as I wanted. I was surrounded by the people that I needed in my life. And, that mattered most of all. Day by day, they became more like the family that I had once lost. There were still things that I had yet to discover and find out. For example, Cruzita, never spoke more about the day shed been captured. Roman, never had another episode. Then again, neither did I. Almost as if our abilities were at bay, for the time being. I never, heard from my grandfather again. Things were quiet, too quiet. This worried me, even though I never told the others. It sort of felt as if things were unresolved and inside of me, there was a continuous alarm that told me, that things were not over. I had a constant sting in my chest that told me something was going to happen. Therefore, I always seemed to be walking on pins and needles. The bad thing was that I somehow couldnt share my concern with everyone else. It was hard for me to explain. On the other hand, I grew fonder of Roman, every day that passed by, he chiseled a little more at my heart. He made me laugh. No one, besides my father, could make me laugh that way. It was a quality that I appreciated, about him.

One day we went for a walk together. The homes here were so pretty. They were big and painted in soft yet elegant colors. All of the front yards had pretty gardens and such. The drive ways contained fancy cars. I learned a lot of this place in the little time that Id been here. I learned how people lived here. This was not the meager place that I grew up in. This was nothing like the rainforest, or Brazil. As we walked, Roman asked more about me, How did you lose your family? You still havent told me anything about that

My grandfather killed them He beheaded my father. He torched my mother while she was still in the house. the memory caused a hard pinch of pain that hit my heart. Im sorry he replied as he lowered his head in sadness for me, No one deserves that. Im so sorry you had to go through that. Now, I see why you hate him so much. Then changing the subject he continued, But, at least you know them he mentioned in sadness, I never knew my real parents. My entire life was basically a lie. But you have a nice family. Yeah, they are great. He acknowledged, But, I feel like there is something missing. I dont know who I really am. What I can really do. Where I truly belong. Thats difficult. Its like having lost a piece of a puzzle and never having found it, leaving your puzzle incomplete for the rest of your life... If that makes any sense I nodded in understanding. Then, I told him, the one truth that Id learned that had always stayed with me, You know I heard once before; What you are, had nothing to do with who you are. Yeah, I guess youre right. I know I am. He smiled. Zita, I have something to tell you. Something really, really important. But, I dont know how to say it And I think that its waited long enough I just am not really good as talking about stuff. Just say it. Umm You see Its just that he scratched his head.

Wow! You really suck at this. He smiled again. He had such a beautiful smile. His nose kind of squinted and his eyes closed a little when he smiled, and he had just one single dimple on his right cheek. His gray eyes shimmered with every smile. It was adorable. Its just that he repeated. Well, I guess its not that important I said cutting him off and running in front of him, causing his to chase me. Hey! Wait up! he ran, trying to catch up with me. Hold on, crazy girl! he reached me and pulled me close to him by my arm. My body flung around, turning me to face him. And, I landed practically face to face with him, my hands landing on his chest. He looked down at me. His magnificent gray eyes, growing serious with thought. They became almost penetrating. The look, caused goose bumps to go up and down my neck. He observed my face with care. One of his hands came up slowly, reaching for my hair. Then he stroked it softly, You are so beautiful. He almost whispered. I looked down at the floor, and then took a step back, I think we should go. Zita, we cant go yet. I have something to tell you. Well hurry up and get to the point, then I teased, trying my best at making the mood light. Okay. I will I could visibly see him take in a deep breath. Then let it out again along with the words, I love you he shook his head no, rearranging his thoughts and tried again, I am in love with you, Zita. I was speechless. I didnt know what to say to that. I didnt know how to react. Roman I whispered. Suddenly the light mood that I was trying to establish had no place here.

Yeah I love you. Thats the truth. Ive loved you since before I met you. Since the day I dreamed of you he said all in one breath. I didnt know what I should do, Im sorry. I said sadly hanging my head down low. I pushed him away softly then took another step back. Turned quickly and ran off. I ran as fast as I could, I needed to get away. This was overwhelming. I could hear him calling after me in the background, Zita! Zita, wait!... Please? he sounded hurt. But, he wasnt giving up. I could almost hear his heart break, when he said, Its okay I get it. Then he slowed his stride and allowed me to go. Something inside of me wanted him to come after me so very badly. But, the other side of me was scared. I was divided, once again. Confused about my own feelings and sentiments. One half of me wanted him near, but, the other half of me was terrified.

That night, I lay curled up into a ball on my bed. I was hurting, and I wasnt sure why. I was in pain, and I couldnt figure out the reason. Why would I have so much grief? I wasnt the one that was being turned down. I was the one that was being accepted. Yet, it hurt. It hurt more than words could say. I felt like I held Romans heart in my hands, and deliberately, crushed it. Yet, it really wasnt deliberate. I just couldnt. I dont know why I simply couldnt let him love me. Par had come in once or twice since Id arrived to check up on me, but, I wasnt talking. She wouldnt understand Shoot, I didnt understand! I needed to figure things out for myself, before I could go and try to explain it to someone else. I think that she must have sensed my need for privacy. Standing to my feet, I walked over to my dresser. The thought of Roman and the entire situation, kept my full attention. I opened the dresser drawer and pulled out the music box, hed gifted me so long ago. Carefully, I

dusted it off, and caressed the curves and form of it, and the action produced the memory of Romans face, the day that he gave this to me. I opened the cover, to reveal the beautiful little ballerina. She turned in circles as she danced to the pretty little melody. I watched her dance about, and it reminded me of my life, not too long ago, when I sang my Enchantress tune, and danced like a vixen in order to enchant men, so that I could survive. Truthfully, we must have been connected somehow, in order to him to give me such a gift without even knowing me. The single gift was a proper explanation of who I was. I was a marionette of my own nature. A singing, dancing puppet to my own instinctual disposition. She, was I. Closing the lid slowly, I carefully carried the music box with me to my bed, and laid it beside me, looking at it, searching for some answer within it. It started raining as if the day were reflecting the sadness that I held inside. Suddenly, I wanted to run. Run far from this place. I wanted to escape the confusion. My heart was flooding, while I thought of it all. Flooding in a lagoon of tears and pain. I felt like my soul had been ripped from the core of my existence. I wanted so bad to smile, to laugh, to see the light of the sun inside of my heart. But, I couldnt. I heard a knock at the door, Please, leave me alone. Please? No. the voice on the other side said. It was Roman, I cant Roman please? I pleased. No, Zita, I cant. he repeated, Please, can I come in? I didnt answer. The truth was that I wasnt sure if I wanted him to go away or not. His voice on the other side of the door, was somehow soothing and comforting. I felt the door creep open, a crack. I turned to face the other side of the room. I didnt want to look in his direction, from fear of what I would do. I couldnt face him.

He tip-toed in, then sat at the edge of the bed. I felt it dip the slightest bit, I know, I was too quick to speak Im sorry I couldnt hold it in any longer. I felt his voice crack, and then he cleared his throat. Then he continued, I understand if you dont feel the same way about me. I felt a flash of heat rise up inside of me. A heat that caused more pain. The words jumped out of my mouth unwillingly, I didnt day that! I know You didnt say anything You ran. Once again, I could hear the knot in his throat. His pain, cause me pain. You cant love me You shouldnt love me, Roman. I finally told him. Why? then he stopped to reconsider, Well, its too late for that, anyway I already do. Roman, Im not good for you. Mhm. He said, then I turned to face him. He looked back to face me, but very briefly. With that glimpse alone, I could see a tear as it rolled down his cheek. I jumped up and reached for him, putting my hand on his shoulder, making him turn to face me once again, Please dont. Dont do that! I begged. He raised his hand to wipe his face, then cleared his throat once more, Im not doing anything. Its just I am um we are not the same, You know that, Roman. We are way too different. I pointed out. What does that have to do with anything? he asked. Youre half angel Im half demon we are born enemies. I cleared, Dont you see?

All I see is you. The girl I am in love with. He said bluntly, But, its alright, if you dont feel the same for me, I wont force you. I just need you to know how I feel about you. I said nothing. I just lowered my eyes and backed up a little. Roman, took one of my hands, I learned this from someone he said, then he put my hand on his chest, then he said, Look

Like a flash, I felt myself flying through a tunnel of sorts, like I was going somewhere, yet my body didnt move. It was like my mind was going on a trip. When I landed, I was in an open space with red all around me. It was like being trapped in some sort of Matrix. Then, I turned to look to my side and there he was. Roman, stood right beside me. But, this Roman, was not the one that was just sitting on my bed next to me. This Roman, was mighty and strong. A soldier, a guard, a warrior, yet, in his eyes there was something more. My eyes locked with his, and instantaneously I was going deeper into them. Into him. When I arrived at the end of this place, I heard his voice, but did not see him, I love you. Thats the truth. Ive loved you since before I met you. Since the say that I dreamed of you replayed through some sort of glass openings, like windows, I could see myself. This place was like being locked up in a room full of television screens with my face as the main attraction. The images displayed was what Roman saw, the day he told me how he felt The way my head dropped and when I ran away. Then, the pain. I felt the pain all over again. A pain exactly like the one that had me curled up into a ball just a little while ago. I saw, the window move forward as Roman came running after my reflection, then I heard his voice call out, Zita! Zita wait! then the apparent chasing slowed down, Its okay then heart breaking pain, swept me all over again. I would have rather died than having to keep feeling this pain. I could feel everything that he felt. It was like Id become a part of him. I realized at that very second, that I was inside of him. I was in her head; in his heart. He was showing me, what he could not put into words. And, the truth of the matter was that I felt that same way. Not, just because he was sharing his emotions with me, but, because Id personally felt this way about him for a long time now.

Honestly, I dont know why I ran. I had no idea why Id fled. I cant put into words the reasons why I was so scared. But, at this very instant, at this very moment, it no longer mattered. The truth; the absolute truth, the biggest truth that lay inside of me was, that I loved him too! Like a flash, I was flying back up through the tunnel. I soon landed my hand still on his chest. I was still sitting next to him, on my bed, in my room. We hadnt gone anywhere. When I looked up at him I spotted another tear that ran down his cheek. He let my hand go, stood to his feet, and said extremely softly, Ill go now. I just needed you to know really know. I leaped out of my bed and sprang to him, Wait! Dont go! now, I was the one doing the begging. He froze. He didnt move an inch. I grabbed his arm, pulled him back to myself, making him face me, Roman Me too. I whispered. I wasnt sure how to say it. I didnt know how to tell him how I felt for him Id never done it before. What? he asked barely able to speak. I am in love with you too I clarified. Really? he asked in silent amazement. Yes. He pulled me close, wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tight. I was comfortable in his arms, like I belonged there. As if in his arms I was at home. There came a sense of peace and belonging that came with his embrace. A feeling of acceptance that way surpassed my understanding. I would lie, if I said, that inside of me everything changed at that very instant, but, it was a start. At that moment, I began to see things a little differently. Certain things began to make sense to me. All of that transpired, in that matter of seconds, within his embrace. He held me for what seemed like forever. I didnt want him to let go. I wanted to stay in the safety of his arms forever. This is where I wanted to be, for the rest of my days, however long that may be. Slowly, he pulled

my head back, so that I could look at him, his gray eyes looking right through me, I love you, Zita. I swear that I will love you forever. Me too. He leaned over, delicately with so much care that it surprised me, and place his lips over mine. He kissed me. Id never experienced a kiss before, but this was the only way I ever wanted to be kissed for the rest of my life! His heart was in it, and his love for me shined through it.

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I didnt seem real. Possibly, because I wanted it so bad. Maybe because it was so important to me. Or very likely because Id imagined this moment so many times before. Each time it happened in a different way. A million different ways. But, when things turned around it was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. It was real. She loved me too. She loved me! Wow! As I stood there holding her close, it was like she was made to fit my form. Like she was meant to be part of me. No, ifs, ands or buts about it. No questions that she was the half of me that I didnt realize existed, until the day we met. I longed for this moment. Even with everything that was going on around us. With all the troubles and trials; I desired this moment more than anything. I craved to hear her voice tell me that she loved me too. And, she did! Even though I didnt expect her to, especially after having run away from me just the before. To tell you the truth, either way, I wouldnt have given up, anyway. I would have fought for her. Even, if it would have been the last thing that I did. But, all and all, it would have been more than worth the time and effort. Sure, we had our differences. Sure things would be hard for us. And, sure, we were going to have to get through some very serious obstacles. But, be that as it may, I was not going to go down without a fight.

Her kiss tasted like honey, her heart beat was like life being pumped directly into me, and her breath was the essence of her lingering around me. Everything about this moment was right. Everything about the taste of her kiss and the feel of her body was life to me. She gave that to me. She gave me the desire to laugh, live and love. She gave me a reason to move forward for what I believed in. She was everything to me. So, if our love for each other was forbidden, I didnt care! I would do whatever I had to do, to make it last forever.

Chapter Eighteen

A minute of two later, we heard a knock. We unlatched from each other and waited. Zita asked, Who is it? no reply. Alright, so maybe someone was knocking to play games with us. The second know was odd, especially because the person on the other side still didnt answer Zitas question. I decided to open the door I figured that maybe it was Leilina, playing tricks on us. When I threw open the door, I saw Ina, run by, giggling, trying to cover her mouth, so that we wouldnt hear her. She obviously though that her game was amusing. She called out to me, Roman! Come here! finally letting out her amusement with hard laughter. I ran out intent on playing along with her game. I chased her from one room to the next, with Zita right behind us. Leilina called out, Look! and she pointed, running after whatever it was that she saw. I went after her. She led the way into the living room. She must have been playing some fun little chasing game. I turned the corner that let into the living room, and what happened next, was the last thing that I expected. Someone grabbed me! Tying my arms down with their own. I didnt even see their face. Whoever it was, was standing right behind me, not allowing me to see who it was. I tried to fight them off, but, I wasnt strong

enough. Leilina, just stared like she was in awe. Zita, within a matter of seconds was right behind me and before I could warn her, she too was trapped by one of the mysterious persons. It was difficult to make out who they were. A strong male voice spoke up in a British accent, If you keep fighting, I will tell my associate, there to break her neck. I sensed the promise in her voice, so I froze right where I stood. The last thing I wanted was for these persons to hurt Zita somehow. And the little girl? the associate asked the person that had me bound. What of her? Shes not who we are after the evil being that had us captured lightened his voice, Alright now, little one, you can go. I could hear the smile in his tone. Leilina, with confusion written all over her face, nodded and walked away/. Zita, screeched in despair, Ina, run, go tell Ms and before she could complete her sentence, the man behind her, had her mouth covered. Lielina ran. And just as she did, the two men that held us captive, pulled us in, and when I say, pulled us in I meant, they pulled us in. Suddenly, I felt myself sinking into something. I kept falling and falling. Still I couldnt see who carried and held us captive. You ever had that dream, where you are falling? Well, thats exactly what this felt like. As if, I was falling into a never ending pit. Zipping through downward tunnels, gliding through space. I could hear Zita behind me screaming, obviously, scared out of her mind, and I hated feeling like I couldnt help her. But, I too, was helpless. Finally, after several minutes of constant falling, we landed

This place was the epitome of weird! It seemed like night had fallen. But there was no moon here. It was really kind of eerie. Honestly, it gave me the creeps. It was old, and abandoned. The objects, seemed like they

should be clunking and squeaking, but nothing was. Everything was actually running with no noise what so ever, just witnessing it, made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The Ferris Wheel looked rusty and ghostly, along with everything else. The Fun House, and the Roller Coaster, all of it was scary beyond belief. None of it had any sort of liveliness. It was all gray and dark blue. And fire seemed to pop and blast in the distance. I could see the way it flashed in small sparks that sort of discharges spontaneously, kind of the way lightening would do. The creepy thing was that it didnt come from the sky as there was no sky here, it kind of thundered from within the dark carnival itself. I heard voices of people, what seemed like millions of people, from very far away as they screamed and cried, but I saw no one here; except for me, Zita and the still shadowy bodies of the people that captured us. It was funny how clear all those voices seemed, however there was no one here. This place was dark, sinister and lonely. It was as if this place were the tangible incarnation of unhappiness, solitude and torture. As the matter of fact, had it been the plot of a scary movie, it would have been awesome and horrifying at the same time. At that moment, after having my visual fill of this crazy scary carnival, I pulled away from my captor rudely, Hey Dude, let me go! looking in Zitas direction I yelled at the faceless monster that had her held, Let her go, Jerk! Its okay I heard one of them say to the other, They cant go anywhere now. They laughed together. The one said, Did you kids enjoy the ride? Hey Man, that aint funny! I snapped back, Zita, was quiet. I sensed her fear so I rushed over to her to hold her tight. Even though, I too was a bit scared Okay, I admit; I was a lot scared I couldnt allow her to feel scared. It was my job to protect her. When I held her she was shivering. I gently kissed her forehead, Its okay, My Love, Im here for you. Directing my attitude back at the bad guys I yelled, Hey Numb-nuts, yourself! Who are you two Clowns? Numb-nuts? Clowns, ay? one guy said, in his intense British accent, then he laughed a little, I think I like his attitude Sure, hes not the demon seed? he asked his counterpart with humor.

Yeah, ay! Hes got alil fire inem. The other said. Then pulling out and away from the shadows they walked into a spot of light, where I could make them out. Holy Crap! Angels! Or, maybe, not really angels. They looked like angels, but dark and mean. Who are you? I asked demandingly. Well, well, pardon me. I shouldve introduced myself properly. He cleared his throat in a mocking noise, My name is Azazel. Holy Crapolla! I thought to myself. I remembered the name from Uriels story, Azazel? Ah, youve hears of me! Cheers! he exclaimed with pleasure, Nice one! then nodded his head only once and a meager bow, then pointed over to the other guy, This is my helpful friend, Belail. Where are we? Azazel answered, Oh well, I thought that you chaps would be able to figure that one out. Seeing as how you have two great teachers and all Par and Uriel Hmm, quite odd really... Theyre lovely teacher, really. Kinda disappointing that theyd exclude such pertinent information. Wouldnt you agree Belail? I could easily decipher the malicious sarcasm in his voice. Mm, indeed. Belail agreed in complete mockery. Their accents and teasing tones made me clench my teeth. Well then, children, this place is the one place that no one really wants to be. Where are we? I demanded this time. The entire time Zita remained quiet. Belail, yasee whaI mean? This one has some pizazz! Ay? I like it! Mm. Belail acknowledged. Apparently Azazel was the talker in this team.

Azazel answered my question, This you chap, is Hell then giving me a deep pensive frown and tilting his head to one side he continued, You can call it, the Underworld, the Land of the Dead or Hades Actually you can call it whaeva you like. He seemed to that that his sense of humor was admirable, but it just made me mad and added to my already pungent despise for him. They stepped further into the little bit of light that this dark place offered, enabling me to see them a bit better. Azazels appearance was very ethnic and exotic. He had caramel skin with shoulder length black hair that and dark eyes, and he was obviously very strong. I mean, the muscles spoke for themselves. His wings were black and he wore no shirt. All he had on was a loose pair of black pants, and his face was decorated with a thin, neatly shaved goatee. Honestly, had I been a chick, Id be all over this dude. He was damn, good looking. But needless to say No homo! I didnt see him that way. Now, looking past his exotic good looks, it was super clear that this dude was as evil, as evil can get. If you know what I mean. The look in his eyes, told the entire story. His evil blackness, lie there; in his stare. The other Dude, Belail, looked almost dirty. He resembled Azazel, in the whole dark skin, black hair, exotic thing, except that he looked rundown and dirty. In other words a bummy version of Azazel. The biggest difference between the two, was that one (Azazel) was all talk, and the other (Belail) was ridiculously quiet. They both kind of freaked me out, to be completely honest. Finally, Zita spoke, Why? was all she asked. Oh, well, will you look at that Her voice is just as pretty as her face. Azazel said with taunting behind it, Then again, she is an Encantadora. Apparently, the only female of her kind; Ay Belail? Howbout that? Fancy lilvixen aint she? he looked at Zita up and down with a wicked lascivious stare, A pretty enticing mix, if you ask me. Becoming utterly infuriated with the way he looked at her, I yelled at him, Hey, Duchebag! Watch it! then taking a huge step towards him, I got in his face. I cant say what gave me the nerve to do it, but I did. Bad

move though! With just a single, one handed push by Azazel, who didnt even look at me, by the way, when he did it; I was on the ground. Zita, sprang towards me to help me get on my feet, the getting up, she looked at him again, with a warning stare and asked again, Why? this time I could hear anger rising up in her. Her anger was now my anger. Answer her, Dumb and Dumber! I demanded. With only one step forward, Azazel, had me by the neck with my feet off the ground, barely able to breath. Nothing new to me been there, done that before! Let him go! Zita yelled, Leave him! she screamed, and then jumped in front of Azazel whom was much taller than her. Not intimidate by his size, she started banging at his chest, and shoving him, trying somehow to make him let me go, all while she yelled, You already have us here. Isnt this what you wanted? Leave him alone! Let him go! I never much cared for Chamuel. Azazel mentioned while still holing me with his monstrous grip and elevated in midair. That makes two of us I was barely able to squeeze out. Ha! he suddenly laughed hard, then opened his hand and dropped me to the floor, like a sack of potatoes. Again nothing new! There iis again! Ay! was all Belail responded. Slapping his knees, Azazel, continued to laugh, then pointed a figure at me and directing his comment to Belail, he said, Whad I tell you about this Chap? Hes hysterical. Ay? While still hunched over on the floor, in my attempt to get to my feet, I asked, Why are we here?

Sorry, lilfella. That I cant tell you But, dont you be worryin your lilhead over that, ay. Youll find out soon enough. He looked at us both, up and down, leaving us with that last little bit of humor; or so he thought. Cause, I sure didnt find it funny at all. Grabbing, us both up and putting us back to back, he pulled something out from behind his pants. His, ugly and faithful sidekick, stood there grabbing us on the other side, ensuring that we wouldnt move. Then, Azazel, tied Zita and my hands together. With one swift movement, he took us both up in one hand, lifting to flight with us in hand. Belail, just behind. Then, he flow to the very top of the Ferris Wheel, deposited us back to back, on the seat of the very top, and had Belail, tie us in tight. The funny thing was, that there were not straps or seat belt here. All there was, that could hold us in was a thin piece of sting. Easily broken. With humor hiding in his tone, he said, So kiddos enjoy the ride! and just like that he opened a portal, and both him and Belail walked right through it. That caused an instant thought to cross my mind, He couldnt do that when he brought us here? I quickly flinched and blinked with the thought. He brought us here the hard way just to mess with us, I supposed. However, they were now gone, leaving Zita and I in Hell. Alone! For the life of me, I just couldnt figure out why. I couldnt put two and two together. It was almost impossible to believe that someone would capture us, throw us in Hell, then hog tie us, and put us in this godforsaken Ferris Wheel, for no particular reason what so ever. This was way beyond trapped, this was imprisonment and torture. Zita and I were so extremely tangled in a web, that there was no getting out of. Who were they working for? I couldnt help but wonder. Abruptly, the Wheel started moving. Slow at first. It was freaky, the way that it started. Apparently, out of nowhere. When it started to spin, things around us began to lose their stability. Almost like, everything turned into a jello. It moved very slowly at first, almost intimidatingly slow. And, after the first time around, in which I was already dizzy, it began to slowly but surely pick up speed.

Then, all at once, it went from impossibly slow, to high voltage. Still out surroundings were jello. Still nothing with real substance, held us in. And still, we remained useless, to help ourselves as we were bound back to back. I cant put into words the fear that came with being put into this position. It was constant terror. I could feel, Zita, tense up and I could clearly sense the fear that rattled her bones. Just as I was sure she could feel the same thing in me. Yet, Zita, did not open her mouth. She was so strong. It made me proud of her. Knowing that in absolute danger, she remained strong. It was to be admired. From somewhere in the distance, I heard a voice, Its not so easy, getting to the outer world. We Encantados are meant to stay in the Amazon. But, when you live in the Lowest Ground, the Under World, is the next best thing that voice was unmistakable. Tievel I thought to myself. I heard Zitas voice, No Grandfather. I did my best to grab her hand in order to comfort her. She took mine in return. I have her the slightest squeeze, just to let her know I was there for her. Zita, Im here for you. I wont let anything happen to you. I promise. I whispered only loud enough that she could hear it. So, children, are you enjoying the ride? he taunted. At the spur of the moment, Zita spoke, all anger and all fury, Why? she demanded from Tievel. What have I ever done to you, you evil, evil old demon? she hollered at him. Then, as if it came from the core of her soul, she screamed, I hate you! I hurt for her, trying to calm her down I told her softly, Zita, My Love, dont say that. Hate, gets us nowhere. Cant you see that what he wants? If you let hate take you over, he will have won. What else was I supposed to say? I mean, seriously, what could I say, really? I couldnt blame her. Hed done so much to her. Hed hurt her in tremendous ways. But, the hatred in her heart, made me hurt for her. She was too good a person, to feel such deep hatred. So, I gave it one more try, Zita, you are too good of a person, to feel such hatred.

Roman, Im not a person! Im a monster! A half-breed! A freak of nature! she said with self-loathing. Then she looked down as best she could, as the Ferris Wheel was still turning, and clenching her jaw with anger she said, Right Grandfather? This really hit my heart. This horrendous Ferris Wheel ride suddenly, was a piece of cake compared to the fear and helplessness I felt, having Zita feel that way about herself. Ultimately, if she saw herself that way, then she saw me that way, as well. You evil black-hearted, slithering snake, one day One day, I will end you! she said in words that rang like a platinum promise. Zita, Baby please? I begged. She stopped talking. The Ferris Wheel, slowed down, eventually coming to a stop. Well, well, well, young lady. You are a demon, after all. I can see it in your eyes. The fervent need to terminate, to destroy, to eliminate Such is your nature. Such is your fate Now, in regards to ending me I would take pleasure in seeing you attempt such a thing. He prompted her, and then the rope that bound our hands together quickly fizzed away. I could only gather, that it were one of those inexplicable magical things, now you see them, now you dont type deals. Or maybe Tievel, undid them with a mere thought, just to egg her on. Zita, moved forward in her seat. I was right behind her. Not, allowing her to be left alone for a single second I spoke out, Hey Q-tipp, leave her alone! Or what, measly boy? Oh, no you diin! Who you calling measly, Lollipop? I lashed back. I might not be good at many things, but I was a master at having a big mouth! And, I had every intention of using it! Yeah fourty-head and then I finished off smugly, I might have to put a hurtin on you! Truthfully, I wasnt all too sure, how I would accomplish that. But, I was sure that I was going to try. Enjoying my roll of insults, I kept teasing him, Dude, I think I hear an airplane Holy moly, it may be trying to land on your forehead! then I opened my eyes really wide, with a teasing smug look.

Tievel, laughed as if my threat was the funniest thing that hed ever heard. Then, in a flash, a burst of fire, hit the top of the Ferris Wheel almost at the very spot where we sat. The sudden blast scared the life out of Zita, who, I could feel began to tremble uncontrollably. Then I focused more on her shaking, this was far from being scared, this was something else entirely. This trembling was her reacting to something. What could it have been? Why had she lost her composure? How and when did it happen? I mean, it was so sudden, that I didnt have time to even notice the change. Perhaps, the blast of fire, simply helped me pay closer attention to her. Something that I hadnt done before. Zitas trembling was far beyond a physical demonstration of fear, it was anger and hatred driven. Damn it! That was the last thing that I wanted! I wouldnt know what to do with her, if she allowed that anger and hatred to take over

The next thing that happened was really, really, super weird! I heard a voice! No, no! Not just a voice. It was more like a Union of voices. Like, two voiced in one, that rang like an angelic choir, together. But, that wasnt the weird part. The weird part was, that the voiced were coming from inside of my head. There was no other person present, other than Zita, Tievel and I. That was it! In other words; who in Gods name was talking to me, if there was no one else there? Roman, listen carefully, this is very important Listen to Our direction. We will not misguide you. Trust Us. Holy strawberries, Batman! Was I in a jam! This could be nothing else, than that freaking angel half of me, acting up again; doing something. Dogon-it! What now? I thought to myself. However, giving up to the inexplicable, I decided that I had no choice but to listen, even if just once. Now, I didnt say anything about, acting on the directions! That, would all depend on that directions that I was given! Thinking loudly to myself, in response to the voices in my head, I said, Alright! Lets see what you got! Shoot!

Jump! the voices told me. What? I blurted out in amazement. These voices are freaking crazy! Roman, you must listen and do as We tell you Jump! they said again. Uummm How booooout! NO! Are you freaking crazy? I yelled at them, speaking audibly. Zita, looked over at me, as if I were losing my mind. Do you want to save her? they asked me. Opting that perhaps, answering them back out loud, would be a bad idea, I responded in my thoughts, Yes! Of course, I do! Then, you must trust Us Okay! Alright! I glanced down, from my seat to the ground below, drawing in a deep scared breath, I responded to the voices, Fine! I didnt like the idea one bit, but if it would save her, then I would do it. Either way, if talking to my imaginary friends in my head, would help, then so be it! I took another quick look at the jelloish ground below. Dag nab-it! The things I get myself into! I thought. It was, minimum, two hundred feet high or so it appeared. Give or take a few or fifty feet. Come on, Roman You can do this, homeboy! I pep-talked myself. Inhale in deep exhale out long Geronimo! I mentally screamed, then put one foot in front of myself, and went for it. I dove as if I were going for a belly-flop in the local pool. I heard Zita, scream my name in the background, but her voice was muffled. I cant really say what happened, however, everything went into extreme slow motion. I felt myself go hot. Bach flashes, from that night at Paris house, came rushing to my head. It seemed the same. Like I was losing control of my own body, but, this time it as different, in that I had not lost control at all. I could feel something changing inside of me, yet, I didnt know exactly what it was

Chapter Nineteen

Roman! No! I screamed at him, when he jumped! What was he doing? As he would say, I was freaking out! What would make him want to jump that way? No, Roman! I screamed again. The anger that shook me was beyond my control. And this moment, it was made worse by what just happened. I wanted to leap after him! I wanted to jump too! But, I didnt know what to do. I was frozen in a state of helplessness. My eyes locked on him, I had no ability to do anything, otherwise. Watch him fallthats all I could do. All of a sudden, the last thing I expected happenedI saw Roman, as he fell; curl up into a little ball. His body seemed to be doing its own thing. Almost mechanically or, much rather, by natural instinct. In a flash, when he expanded his body, along with it, wing appeared. Just like that! Like, the two motions were one. Wings! Marvelous, amazing, awesome wings. They burst out of his back, as if it were the most natural thing that could happen to anyone. And, they were beautiful. White with silver trim that traced the bottom, like the prettiest, form of art. I was flabbergasted, aloof. I couldnt believe it. Then, as if he were an expert at all this, he swooped back up to where I stood. Gliding, like a bird. Like an angel! He was breathtaking. He reached my level, and I looked directly at his face. What an incredible change. He was beautiful, ravishing! He no longer looked like a cute kid. Or a handsome young man. Now, he looked like a handcrafted, piece of art. Lovely and elegant all in one. The

same face, with angelic features. His eyes turned into glass. A brilliant almost diamond like shade. This, must be the, Roman that lay beneath all the layers of fun loving, crazy, average young adult. All at once, he swept me up into his arms, lifting me as if I were a mere ragdoll. With no effort what so ever. Then, he flew me to the ground. There, my grandfather stood, just some feet away. His mouth, looked like it was going to touch the floor. The disbelief in his eyes spoke loads. He needed not say a word, because the look on his face said it all.

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My vision sharpened. I felt a strength rise up inside of me that Id never felt before. It was effortless; picking her up in my arms and carry her. What happened to me? I asked the voiced inwardly. You have become, whom you were always meant to be! They answered. Their voice sounded like a symphony in my head. So What now? You fight. They said simply. I what? I asked again nervously. You fight They repeated as if my question was humorous. But, I was being serious. Hmm, go figure. Even the voices in my head, didnt take me seriously.

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Who are you? my grandfather asked Roman in pure shock. The seed of Chamuel, the Archangel. He responded. I noticed the sense of security that hed never had before. He seemed sure of himself. More than sure secure, in himself. What? Tievel was insulted. Irate. Chamuel? he asked with pure hatred in his voice, Chamuel is dead! True. Roman agreed nonchalantly, not having to say another word, and I knew exactly what he meant. Then So shall you die. Tievel promised.

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I cant fully tell you, what I felt inside. But, if this was the angel half of me taking over well, then SWEET! !! I was ready for this, Dude! I knew I could take him on! How? Well, I was still working on that. But, Id figure it out, I was sure. I was gonna have to see how right now! In a mad rush, I picked Zita up and flew her some feet behind me. Hiding her from the rumble that was going to get ready to start, right here and right now. I could still feel her body shaking, uncontrollably. She needed to calm down. She needed to stay away from the mess. And, I was going to protect her at any and all costs. Taking a two leap running start, I took flight. This was as natural as breathing. There was no learning to be done, no instructions or manual needed to figure out how to use this stuff. Now, if I could only figure out what I could do That would be ideal!

Okay So, I need to fight Right? You wanna give me a hint on how? I prompted my voice guides. Wait. Just a few seconds. They told me. Then, before I knew it, Tievel was charging for me. His head lowered, much like a football player. But, before I could react, he had his shoulders pressed up against my stomach and his body weight pushing me forward, obviously trying to knock me off my feet. I felt myself being carried back and then I landed on the floor. Hello? Okay? Any minute now Whenever Youre ready I asked my guides. No answer. Tievel, lifted me by my feet, then began to spin me around. I was like a toy in his hands! He spun me, what seemed like two or three times around, then let me go. And, I went flying in the air; landing on top of a stand and bringing it down with my body weight, Ouchie! I blurted out. Hey! Anyone out there? I can sure use some help! Right abooooout Tievel, came running in my direction. Closer now. I finished my sentence, NOW! No answer! Remembering, my dear friend Abigail, I quoted, O.M.G! W.T.F! out loud! Still on my back, Tievel, came running closer, I saw him extend his hand; and what would spring out from it? Nothing more and nothing less, then a weapon! A heros ax, lit in black flames! Thats right! I said it! An ax, lit in black flames! Now, this is totally not fare! I yelled out loud to both my nemesis as well as to the voices in my head. He shot towards me, leaping for me in large strides

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It is good that he listened to Us. We knew that he would be able to hear Us, but We werent sure that hed listen. He is very stubborn, after all. Omega, expressed with true pleasure to Her Alpha. She turned and wrapped Her arm around Alphas waist.

He gently placed His head on Her own, This is good was all He said.

Nineteen Years Earlier Earth

She felt alone, lonely. Her heart still ached from the loss of her father. Her mother, had never recovered, and was sick to boot. Things just never seemed to get better for her. The confusion, the solitude, the inexplicable emptiness, was always there, forever present. She could do nothing to shake it. Nothing to make it go away. So, she looked for someone to help her heal. He knew this all too well. He'd been watching her. His job? To help her heal. To take away the pain. Yet, he did nothing as of yet. He, merely watched. Waiting for the most opportune time to come in. The weather was changing for the better. Spring was in its earliest stage. You could smell the chill in the air, yet the flower buds fought to make their way into the world. It was a beautiful and peaceful scene. So, there she sat. The bench maintained a lingering sting of chill, yet, not so much so that it refrained her from sitting upon it. It actually felt quite nice. She loved the smell in the air, so she took in several deep breaths. This was one of those small pleasures in life that just had no comparison. She watched people go by. Couples, hand in hand, of all ages. Mother's pushing their babies along in cute little strollers. Kids running around playing and laughing. Yet, she was alone. The feeling of loneliness had become second nature to her. So though, it still hurt, she dealt well with it nonetheless.

Chamuel, was lucky enough to have seen the progression of mankind. Having existed since the beginning of time was a blessing, indeed. He saw how man evolved from the ancient beings that they were at the beginning of the human age, until what they were now. And, even now, there were still humans that lived as if the era of Technology had never arrived. There were still many in third world countries that had no clue, how fast technology had advanced. Yet, they lived content in their environment, just as the technologically advanced lived happily in theirs. This was probably one of the things that always caught and kept Chamuel's attention. No matter how high up in the food chain humanity was, just like any beast in existence, they too unaware of anything, adjusted to their environment. In his mind it was much like any four legged warm blooded creature. This was it. The perfect opportunity Chamuel, had been waiting for... Hmm, I couldn't imagine, how sad and alone one must feel, sitting all by their self... his voice was magical. Enticing. Seductive. She was a bit surprised. Then, glanced over her shoulder, to see whom it was that spoke, Oh. Yeah... I guess. He was magnificent. She'd never seen such an exquisite man before in her life. Everything about him was captivating. Not wanting to give up too much, she turned and looked away. He, sat beside her, Nice meeting you. Yeah. Hi. she was shy. She didn't know how to talk to people. Much less, fabulously, handsome men. You know, I've learned during my many years on this earth, that most people give their kids names... he said, prompting her to tell him. Yeah. That's what I'm told. she might be shy, but she was no fool. Well... he said as a giggle caught in his throat, he cleared it and tried again, I'm called C.

Hi. I assume, you don't talk much. he said with a smile. Nope. Not really. Oh... I guess, I've picked the wrong chatting partner... He got to his feet, So long. It was hard for her to admit, but there was something about him that calmed her. Made her feel, not so alone. She suddenly, didn't want him to go. So, she acted fast, Kat. I mean, Katalina.... But, I'm called Kat, for short. He sat back down, Kat... I think I like that. Thanks. My pleasure. Why so alone, Kat? I don't know... Oh, I see. he turned to face her, enabling her to have a better look. He was, in the absolute, the most gorgeous guy she'd ever seen. Everything, about him was amazing. What young girl wouldn't be taken aback by him? He looked like a movie star. Long straight black hair, big round gray eyes, olive skin. Tall, think, shapely and strong. He was ravishing. She instantly was taken by him. Why, don't you know? Kinda used to being alone, I guess. Oh. How sad. I'm sorry. he stood to his feet while he continued to talk, prompting her to walk with him, It must be a really hard thing... being accustomed to being alone. Most, people, are not accustomed to it, actually.

She got to her feet and followed him, Most people, aren't me. True, true... very true. he agreed. Why are you talking to me? she asked. I wanted to... a simple enough answer she supposed.

Time flew by, and they spoke for hours. Something, she'd never done with anyone. It was unbelievable, how good she felt around him. The feeling of momentary happiness that he provided. The feeling of comfort. No pain! No heart ache! This was worth more than riches and gold. She'd do anything to always feel this way. They walked together to the pier. She leaned over the wooden boarder to stare blankly at the water. She was still in awe, that such a beautiful man would want to talk to her. She could not see the beauty, the he obviously saw in her. In Chamuel's opinion, she was indeed a very beautiful girl. Her hair was rare shade of golden brown, and loosely spiraled from head to waist. She was petite, and feminine. Her skin was softly tanned and silky. Though, her eyes were brown, they too were extraordinary. Her eye lashes seemed to have no end. She had cheekbones, and lips that any woman would pay for, and goddess would envy. Yet, she wondered, why. She was at a loss, as to why such an incredible man would want to talk and spend time with anyone as ordinary as her. Seeing her mind linger into deep thought, Chamuel, stood close behind her, then without asking for permission, (he had no need to after all, he could see her broken heart) he leaned over her back and wrapped his arms around her. Comforting her, making her feel safe and wanted. Suddenly he felt strange, something happened to him. For the briefest moment, he felt human. He felt alive. He felt wanted... not just needed. This too was new. Different. Good. Her years seemed to way surpass her

age. She was so mature. So, interesting. As if her physical age, had little to do with the person that lay inside. Yet, the innocence that still lingered inside her was like a magnet that attracted him to her. That night, they spent the night together. Though, he knew that she was extremely young, he could do nothing to stop himself. He felt, guilt. He felt, self-disgust. But, he became aware, of something that was bigger than age. Something bigger than anything he'd ever know. He'd discovered, love.

Taking her by the hand, he lead her away, and they walked for what seemed like miles, in no time what so ever. I... I still don't... she said in half confusion and half intrigue, then became quiet. He turned to face her and took both her hands into his own, You still don't, what? Understand.... why... she said shyly. Hmm.... there you go again.... doing the 'silent mysterious female' thing. he said with a smile. He let her hands go, tuned his back and began to walk away. Kat, suddenly felt scared that he'd leave her, she didn't know that, that was not his intent, so she blurted out Why are you with me... Talking to me. Why? Spinning to face her then plopping down to sit on a car, he spoke, I thought I already answered that question for you. Did I not? Yes... she answered shyly, But, it doesn't make any sense. she drew in a wry breath, then added, You are so... so... handsome. Attractive... Why would you talk to me?

Now, that's silly. he said and stood to his feet to walk over to her again, What a silly notion, humanity tends to have. now, standing in front of her, he gently reached her chin, and raised her face to look at him, Why would you think that you are not good enough for me to talk to? he asked genuinely interested. Have you seen yourself? she quipped, attempting to answer a question with another. Yes. he said, as if that had nothing to do with his question to her, then nodding his head and lifting his eyebrows charmingly, he prompted her to elaborate. Look... she said, being honest and direct, I'm just a nobody. Just a girl. I was sitting down minding my own business, when a gorgeous guy comes along for no apparent reason, and starts talking to me... That's not 'normal' for a girl like me. Mhm, yet another, interesting response... this time he could no longer control himself, he leaned over tenderly, slowly, to place a soft kiss on her lips, then lifted his head away to look into her eyes, and added I think you should change your expectation of 'normal'... Taking Kat's breath away, his lips locked back onto hers. He brushed his tongue threw her mouth with care and passion. She responded as if by pure nature, melting into his kiss. His mouth tasted of candy. Hers, of life. They fed on each others taste. For, she needed the sweetness and he needed the humanity. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her in close. Tight. He felt the need and the desire to possess her. To consume her desire. To revel in her passion. He could no longer contain himself. Picking her up into his arms, he carried her to the nearest secluded place then gently lay her down on to the firmament. When he put her down, he took a moment to look upon her. To really take in the sight of her. Her lovely brown eyes had gone ablaze, with desire. She wanted him. She wanted him! This novelty alone was worth much more then eternal life. All he'd ever known was, how much humans needed him, but this was different. Free will, was definitely at work here. Because, this beautiful, human creature, wanted him. As much, if not more, then he also wanted her.

He, for some odd reason felt self-disgust, he felt guilt, but he also became aware of something that was bigger than age and situation. Something, much more important and bigger than anything hed ever known. He discovered love. The revelation of love, hit him like a ton of bricks. They lay together that night. She took his seed, that night

It took, nothing more than a day. One day. For Chamuel to be changed forever. He fell in love with a human. The human he'd chosen to merely be his tool, was the one person, which could make him change his mind. But, oh what a tangled web we weave, when at first we practice, to deceive. From this very moment, both of their existences would never be the same...

The Spirit Realms became aware of his actions, and he was reprimanded, rebuked and scorned, due to his transgressions. He was never, ever to have contact with her or any other mortal again, for the rest of his existence. This caused anger, hatred and vengeance to grow inside of Chamuel, so much so, that he decided that hed proceed with his initial plan, and much to the Higher Sources dismay, he rebelled. He would turn into exactly what hed planned, in the first place. He felt like the worst of fools for considering changing his ways. He felt ridiculous for thinking that love could change everything. So, if he could not be with Kat, then he saw no reason in changing. Hed go on with his plan; hed make his army and dominate all of the Spirit Realms and earth. Yet, this choice of evil vengeance caused his existence to come to an end, at the hands of his best friend. Uriel.

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Under World Current Day Tievel, ran towards me, with the black fire lit heros ax in hand, he flung it in circles, with a skill that I would have never imagined. This man (or demon) knew what he was doing. And I, on the other hand, had no clue. Come one! Please! I yelled in my head at the voices, that were not talking to me at the moment. I felt like I had been left high and dry. What do I do?... Say something! For the shortest while it was like something else had control of the entire situation. Everything slowed down, like time was slowly coming to a stop. I could see Tievel movements ripple in the air around us. Like his body put off its own soundless echo. It was as if I could visually see sound waves. It was outstanding to look at. His approach slowed down and almost came to a complete stop, or so it seemed. Thats when I finally heard them again, You are connected to Us. We are connected to the Earth. The earth, is the home of the air, and the air, is at your command. Wind at your fingertips Command it. You can see it; Can you not? They were right. I could see it. I could see the air around me. Around Tievel. I could see the wind move as if my eyes had put air on their radar. The voices told me to command it. But, how? I didnt have the first clue on how to command air. Speak to it in your heart speak to it. Seriously? I asked rhetorically. Somehow, I got to my feet. My wings helped, opening up to give me stability. I felt myself practically glide to my feet. When I stood, I could see Tievel, moving slowly. My eyes

glanced over at Zita, she looked hysterical, I looks back at Tievel, then in my heart I spoke to the wind, Move I commanded it. Blow him off his feet. With a hard gust, an enormous burst of wind came sweeping by. I saw Tievel lose balance. He was literally knocked off his feet. He flew sideways and lost complete equilibrium, making him land flat on his back. Woaw!! Suddenly, I remembered the day of my episode, the way wind took control of the space. How the entire inside of the house began to spin like a cyclone of air. Now I get it! I thought to myself. The voiced came again, Your weapon. Call it. My weapon? Yes. In my head I saw the image of a medieval battle club. When it came closer into focus, I noticed it was the very same one that Chamuel carried. White, silver spikes, the shimmer and shine of a million diamonds, Call for it. Picturing the club in my hand, I called out to it. With another gust of wind, I felt something fly right into my hand. The club. In all its magnificent glory, the very club that belonged to Chaumel, was now in my very hand. I couldnt believe it. Looking around me, I saw Tievel returning to his feet. This was not over. The battle between us, continued

Chapter Twenty

Zita I heard a ghostly voice whisper. Id never heard this voice before. I couldnt even recognize it. Bit, if there was one thing for sure, it was that the voice was inexplicably majestic. I looked around, trying to find

the person that called me. Though, it was hard to move. The shivering was not giving me much to work with. Zita the voice I heard was a combination of male and female. Like they belonged together. Like they were part of each other. But, I couldnt figure out if it was my mind playing tricks on me, or if there was really a ghost somewhere talking to me. I tried my best to ignore it. But, the voiced didnt give up, Zita We want to help you. Would you open your heart and you ears to Us? We? Whos we? I asked quietly out loud. We are the Higher Sources. They stated matter-of-factly, I couldnt believe my self. Was I losing my mind, due to the stressful situation? Seriously? I asked aloud, in the lowest voice I could produce. I realized that I was beginning to sound like Roman. For a while Id been watching Roman, fight my grandfather. Id been desperate to get in there and save him. I couldnt bare seeing him fight like that. Even though, it seemed like this particular situation was allowing him to discover the person that was buried deep inside. Still, I couldnt be still, I wanted to help, but the blasted shaking wasnt allowing me to do anything. We know, what is happening to you. They told me. You do? Yes. We can help. Will you trust Us? Alright. When I agreed I felt a sudden calm take me over. Like a subtle breeze, that lifted me to a peaceful place.

Then They said, We are going to show you something. Dont be scared. And just like that, I felt my body go numb. I fell into the deepest form of sleep Id ever experienced. In a blink, I was shooting through a tunnel a tunnel similar to the one that brought me here. The difference was that this time it seemed to go to the farthest place yet. When I landed, I had no doubt in my mind that Id never been here before. The beauty of the rainforest, in which I grew, had no comparison to this place. This place, was something that I could never have imagined in my farthest dreams. It was even more amazing and magnificent than any fairy tale land anyone could have ever conjured up. I landed next to a river. The most splendid river, Id ever laid eyes on. The water was so crystal blue that I could see to the deepest part of it with no trouble what so ever. I reached out to touch it; I really wanted to feel the water. It was so remarkably tempered. Perfect. I heard a humming sound, so I turned to see what it might be. When I spun around, I saw a globe of light fluttering about, and it headed towards me apparently. It seemed to have no real direction, but that was only an illusion. That sublime, graceful, ball of light went straight towards me. When it had reached me, it stopped, and then I heard a voice. I dont think that Id ever heard a more pleasant voice in my entire life. My mother and Par had delightful voices. Yes. But, their voices had nothing on the exquisiteness of this one. Angels would come short. The most elegant symphony could not compare, Zita she whispered in an enchanted lullaby, Youve come. Im so glad you listened. I had no words yet my mind thought of the beauty of her voice. And she said, Thank you. Im still getting used to it. Could it have been possible? Did she really just read my mind? Yes. She said softly. I I I could not get the words out. I thought, This is remarkable. How is it possible? suddenly, the globe of magical light, burst, and opened. Then, it took the form of a woman. She was lovely. Elegant, superb femininity. She was everything that a woman should be. Yet, simple and true. She was beautiful, there was no denying that. But, she was neither fake nor unreal. She was not much taller than me. Just a little over five feet.

Her figure was shapely, and full but not overweight. Her hair was curly and ran in streams of black and brown. Her skin tone was just a few shades darker than my own. She was admirable. Thank you. She said, Im still getting used to that too. Then she smiled. Oh, what a tremendous smile. To answer your prior question; Yes. she continued We are connected. You are part of Us. That is how I can hear your thoughts. Wow. I said aloud. Indeed. You are the Higher Sources? I asked. I am only a half of a whole. I am Omega. He is my Alpha. And when she stepped aside, he stood right behind her. I wondered, how I hadnt noticed him, as he was obviously much taller than her. I supposed that I was so taken by her beauty, that I totally missed him. He was angelic, to say the least. His skin; dark glossy ebony. His features; rugged, with timely elegance. He was just as beautiful as she was. The Omega continued, We are the Higher Sources. Why am I here? We need to talk to you. Tell you what is happening to you. Allow you to choose. Choose? Yes. Indeed. He spoke this time. His voice was all majesty, all authority. Just what I would have expected. Do you love him? Alpha asked. Yes. Good. Omega responded, Will you stand by him until the end?

Yes. I replied, But, I dont know if I can. We are so different. Natural enemies There is just so much A wise man told me once, There is no such thing as easy loving, he was right. I put my face in my hands. I was so stirred up inside. So confused. Im so confused. I dont know I feel so torn. Right where I stood, I fell to my knees. The agony of my inner turmoil taking me over. Like a cyclone, it took control. Unable to explain anything or put anything into words, I caved. It took only a split second before Omega was on her knees also, right beside me. She put her arm around my shoulder, and the single action produced the feeling of unconditional love. I momentarily glanced to her, and she smile, I think I need to show you some things. This might help. She took her other hand and placed it on my other shoulder. The single touch took me spiraling into another time, another place. Just some years ago, when I was still with my parents, they were still alive. I was at my humble little cottage. Or, much rather, inside of it. My parents were sitting together, and out of the window, I could see myself picking flowers. Mother spoke, Shes so beautiful. So special I worry about her. I turned to face her. Walked up to her and waved my hand in her face. She could not see me. I felt my eyes become wet with nostalgia. Emotion invaded my heart. Just the look of her took my mind to this place all over again. To this time. As if theyd never died. As if Id never left. Peace and happiness filled me. I heard my father speak, Edeli, my Love, I am more than certain that she will go through troubles But she is strong. Like you. She will make it. There is nothing more that I want for her, except that she live happily. My mother responded. The n she walked over to my father and sat on his lap. She lay her head on his shoulder, and let out a long sigh. He took her hand tenderly, There is only one way that she can live that way.

I know Zavier. I know. She would have to forget about all those whom desire her harm, then find love and acceptance. Like I found in you. He said, then bent in and kissed her gingerly on the forehead. She sighed once again, with deep peace and profound love. Momma Poppa I breathed out. I was speechless. I didnt know what to say. Even with all the suffering that they themselves had gone through, for the sake of their love and me, they never held grudges. They never held hate. They never held remorse. They merely tried their best at being happy, and passing that happiness along to me. I could feel the love that consumed this room. I could feel all the hope that theyd instilled in this place. I could still feel the unconditional acceptance and never ending faith that immersed this place. All because of them. All because, they never stopped believing in each other In me. I tried to reach for them. To touch them, at least for one last time. But, when I reached for them I started to feel myself dissipating from this place this time. I began to dissolve into the background. And, the memory the image the vision was no more. It was gone. Just like that. And, I was back with the Higher Sources, in the meadow. She, took one hand off my shoulder, and with the other she helped me to my feet. He said, Walk with Us, Zita. So, with my head lowered, my mind still repeating the prior vision, I followed, Zita, your parents were born enemies. Yet, they fell in love. Love, took over and they overcame all obstacles. Together. They believed in each other. They believed in you. They believed in love. No matter how bleak things seemed, no matter how hard they got, they fought through it, they never gave up. Such was their fate. To live, to love, to hope. Not able to say a word, I simply nodded, listened and processed their information. Then, She spoke again, Your fate, is the same. All of us, have the same fate. We do? Certainly.

What is it? To be happy; or has happy as possible, with what you have. To live, to laugh and most importantly To love. Oh. I whispered with no effort what so ever, as I came to terms with some sort of realization. There has always been and will always be a predetermined plan for every living organism. Many, submit to it. Others, run from it Now, child, the choice is yours. Your journey is up to you. What you are, has nothing to do with who you are. Realizing that I knew those words, as I had heard them before, they hit home in my heart. My eyes flooded with tears. She took my hand, If your heart in the right place, so shall your gifts be. She said. Then kissed my forehead. And, as she did, I was no longer in the meadow. I was no longer with them. I was back. Back, in the Under World, looking at Roman and Tievel battle. And, as if by magic, the voices that Id heard before having had the most beautiful of experiences, spoke to me once more, We will see you again, one day. I momentarily felt displaced, as if it were all a dream. However, I was certain that it could not be more real. ************

This was totally awesome! Amazing! I would have never thought in a thousand years that I would have the capability of challenging someone as strong as Tievel. Yet, here I was, not only challenging him, but actually making my mark. I was clearly demonstrating that I could hold my own. I was kicking his butt! And, even more, I could protect that girl that I love. The very same girl, that he was intent on destroying. I was hovering over him, his back pinned to the floor. My wings had expanded; my knees lay on his chest. One hand held his neck and the second held my club. I was more than ready to end this evil, black-hearted demon Dude. As a matter of fact, I wasnt just ready; I was glad to be able bring his depriving, atrocious,

repugnant existence to an abrupt halt! He had done way too much harm. Hed hurt Zita in the most irreparable ways. He needed to live no longer. I felt his squirm under my touch, Get off of me you buffoon! Release me! Right now! he spoke in a chocked voice. Humanoid, with a big old forehead; say what?? I teased, not for a second letting my guard down. I was fully aware that, had I let this monster go; things would get pretty ugly, pretty quickly, once more. I felt a wind, a strong breeze, flow from behind me. The abrupt gust, blew past my face and for just a split second, knocked me off my guard. Just long enough for Tievel to take advantage. With a supersonic twist, I was now under him. Damn it! Just my freaking luck! Dog-on-it it figures! I thought to myself. But, much to my surprise, I saw Zita, leap towards Tievel, tackling him and knocking him to the ground. This time it was her that was situated on top of him. And, she was making herself loud and clear, I hate you! she screamed at him, I hate you for everything you have done to me! I hate you for having killed my parents! I hate you! she repeated like a mad woman, she began to swing and throw punches at the despising old man that was under her. All the while he laughed and blocked her punches. He then spoke in the most baneful tone, Thats it! Thats it, granddaughter! then she grabbed his neck trying her hardest to choke him. Zita, no! I yelled at her. No, Zita, Stop! No, no, Zita go on he choked out. This is your nature. Suddenly, she came to a screeching hault. I saw fear in her eyes. Suddenly, realization of what she was doing. Zita, you dont have to do this. You are better than him she looked up then back at me. Tievel spoke, No. Hes wrong! You are a killer. You are a demon. You are an Encantadora. His words were poison.

With shaky legs she got up, stood above him, and then unsaddled him. Like a zombie she walked towards me, Roman she whispered. Come one, baby girl. I got you. I opened my arms in acceptance. No! Tievel screeched. Then he ran towards her and grabbed her in his arms, making her prisoner to his grip. Let me go! she fussed with anger, squirming in his arms. And just like that, she warned me, Roman, cover your ears. Tievel, had the look of content accomplishment in his eyes. Then I saw Zita, draw in a long hard breath, and as she did I covered my ears and she screamed. The inner banshee released itself from her throat. Tievel, lost his bearings. The look on his face gave me the impression that the unexpected scream hit him like an atom bomb. His grip loosened, his feet became unstable. Finally, she was free. Tievel, covered his ears, tears of pain began to roll down his face. Tears of unadulterated pain. She drew in another breath, and then she screamed again. Then ran towards again. He fell to the ground, ears covered, he raised his face to look at Zita, he was stupefied. When she reached me, my arms like a reflex wrapped around her, then she turned to face him, What I am, has nothing to do with who I am! she spat at him. And, together we ran.

That was the first day, in my life, that Id flown in this way; like an angel. But, that day, I took Zita, up in my arms, remembering that wed flow here sometime before at the hands of the two evil angels minions of Tievel. Lowering my knees, I jumped, flying directly up. I knew that is we were in the Under World, and then the only way out of here would be UP. Unless, I had one of those useful portal-hole thingies; which I didnt. But, flying well flying was AWESOME!

So, heading north I took fight, with Zita in arms

Chapter Twenty-one

I felt as light as a feather, and as swift was a bird. This was the most freeing sensation in heaven and earth, or possibly even the universe. It was the most valuable gift. Like being set free after an entire life of captivity. The wind blowing in my face; the very wind that I myself could command, at my own will. The smell in the air, that blew by us. The precious girl that I held tightly in my arms. The freedom of being able to love her, and knowing that she loved me too. As I drifted farther up, looking for a way back home, I thought about what all this meant. I was in love with my natural enemy, and she loved me also. I would give my life to see her mend, and to see happiness shine brightly in her eyes. But, more than that, I would give my soul, to be able to mend her myself. I would put my own freedom on the line, to ensure hers. I would stop breathing, in order to offer her my oxygen, if necessary. She was my very reason for living. Shed become my soul purpose in life. What we were, didnt matter. Who we were, was of much more value and importance. After flying with unmeasured freedom for some time, I began to see the light of the sun, which perforated the tunnel we sifted through. It was brilliant, gleaming. Something out of a fantasy book or a movie. Fantastic! I was, at that very moment, filled with joy. I had taken us both to safety. How long it would last? Well, no one knew for sure, I supposed, but at least we had it for now. Arriving at the brink of the opening, I leaned my mouth to Zitas ear, Zita, my Love, look. Shed maintained her eyes closed the majority of the ride. When she opened them, the look of her face was priceless. It

was as if shed seen nothing more beautiful in her life. The look on her face, the twinkle in her eyes reminded me of the day I gave her the music box. All I heard escape from her lips was, Wow in a very silent awe stricken voice. I think we will be home soon. I told her happily. Yes. She whispered. Zita? It seemed that her voice could not go above the sound of a mouse at that moment, Yes? I love you. I whispered into her ear. I love you, too. She replied once again closing her gorgeous forest green eyes.

We seemed to have exited from some sort of volcano opening, Or at least that is what it resembled. As soon as we cleared that, everything turned into a large, green, magical forest. So, above it I flew, drifting above the trees. Floating above the fields of green. Zita? I quietly said again, into her ear. Her response was simply opening her eyes, Look. I instructed again with tender care. She turned her head. Just the look of her, filled my heart with tenderness. A tenderness, that I didnt know existed within me. She said nothing, she simply observed the scenery with childish admiration. That alone, was enough to make me overflow with love and elation for this girl. The girl of my dreams. I spotted a clearing close by, and prepared for my landing. In midair, I lifted my body upright to a standing position, then allowed my wings to parachute us to the clearing below. Yet, the beauty of the clearing and the greenery that we stood in had nothing on the girl that stood right here next to me. While, she gaped at the vegetation in wonder, I looked at her in the very same way. She was splendid.

The innocent girl that I was gawking at with angelic eyes of admiration, right in front of me, filled me with the same awe like inspiration that the fields of green filled her. If she only knew. If she could only see and understand how I truly felt about her. I knew that I was still young. I knew that I had barely just become a man. I was completely aware that I was just now beginning to discover who I was as a person. More than that; as an angel. But, there was one more thing that I was utterly and firmly aware of, as well. I, Roman Valentin, former Cuban-American human, current seed of Chamuel, was completely and absolutely in love with, Zita.

I shifted my feet just enough to face her unable to help myself, I took hold of her shoulders. Losing further control, I pulled her in, tightly. Lifting one hand to her hair, I stroked it first and tucked it behind her ear, then, I swept my finger across her cheek. Though, she looked leery, she allowed me the opportunity. Then the look in her beautiful green eyes changed. They were now glazed over, looking at me with intense desire and acceptance. Lifting my other hand, I placed it behind her neck then pulled her so close that I could feel her pulse, Zita She did nothing, but stare at me, with need directly into my eyes. Not able to hold back any longer, I moved in. As if by pure instinct, my wings surrounded her. And there at that very moment I put all I had held back for so long, on her lips. Soft and carefully at first, but only because I felt her body stiffen, the smallest bit. However, a half second later, it was like a brick wall had some tumbling down. It was only then, that pure passion love and need came racing from my lips. If I had the ability to devour her in pure loving need, I would have. She responded with the same internal supplication, the same fiery need. If I died at this very moment, I would have died a half half-breed, because, here, now, I was absolutely certain that she loved me just as much as I loved her. When our lips parted, she tipped her head back, her eyes remained close, just for the smallest moment and when she finally opened them, her soul became nakedly visibly through them, I really do love you Roman I love you I do! she sounded like she was finally truly, fully, confessing her love for me. Even though, it was not the first time shed said it, it was however, the first time, shed said it with her heart and soul.

My wings opened, and swept back to their place. She laid her head on my chest, and took in a long hard sigh of relief. Seeing as how our relationship had been a pure war zone since day one, this was definitely a breakthrough for us. And, I was grateful.

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The fields, the greenery that surrounded us, the smell in the air; that was familiar. Even, if it was not my beloved rainforest. But, this new feeling; I couldnt quiet place it. Id never felt this before. It was like being set free. It was having unconditional acceptance. It was absolute favor. It was it was love! Real, true, powerful, love. The kind that can reach the stretches of the ocean. The kind that crosses all the planes of negativity. This; what I felt right now, I was certain, was what my parents felt for each other. I could see now, why they would risk so much. I understood now, why they did what they did. It made sense. It had purpose. It was significant, substantial, true! In my world, everything had always been crazy, unstable, a whirlwind of fluttering emotions. But, this; this made it all worthwhile. Roman I started. Looking down at me, he tipped his head and kissed my eyes, Yes? I have no home not any more it was taken from me. Bu he started to which I interrupted. Im not finished.

Oh! Okay. You youre my home now. He leaned in and kissed my forehead. I wont let anyone, or anything, ever take that away from me, ever again. Ill watch over us. He said, then he lifted his head, his eyes turned the glassy silvery shade once more as he summoned on his powers. A gentle breeze blew by, which began to lift leaves, and things into a small, soft cyclone in the air. And, with that very same breeze, a flower came drifting by. Roman, grabbed a hold of it as it drifted near. Then, gave it to me along with another soft kiss on the lips, and continued, Ill make sure of it. So will I Ive learned something From you From Others. I said trying hard not to mention the Higher Sources. What I am, had nothing to do with who I am. Phew! Finally you learn something! he said with a soft smile, Its about time you get that through that thick scull of yours! he teased. All I could do to his funny little comment, was prop myself up on my toes, and lean in to kiss him. It was no wonder that he was the son of Chamuel. He mended my broken heart. Love, I think that we should try to find our way back home, now. The others must be worried sick! Yes. Youre right. Unless, you wanna stay here, and he puckered his lips in midair and made kissing noises, while wiggling his eyebrows up and down, and then he let out a funny little whistle. I could do nothing but laugh. This was one of the reasons that I loved him so much. He never let himself sink too deep into darkness. He always knew how to keep the mood light and funny. Taking a couple of steps forward, I tugged at his arm, Come on, you fantastic weirdo! He shrugged his shoulders up in the air and put on an innocent look, What?

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Where have you two been? Weve been worried sick! Par, spoke in frustration, and happiness all at once. You dont wanna know. Roman replied. Uriel, marched into the room, his metallic exterior softened just a smidgen, I had no idea where you two had gone. Leilina, only told us youd been taken. Then quickly covering his moment of vulnerability, he continued, Who took you? And why? Touchy, touchy, Green Giant You should learn how to loosen up a little more. You almost look umm in a way Naw! Maybe not! Roman teased. Uriel walked next to him, and with hard eyes looked down at him, then walked past him. Roman, glimpsed over at me with a smirk and shrugged his shoulders. Children! Now, this is serious! Pars voice became hard with reprimand. Sorry. Yeah, sorry. We could not help being at least a little giddy, especially considering everything that we had just gone through. Come, come, kids, lets go sit and talk about all this. Par said in her genuine motherly like way.

Together, all of us followed her into the living room and there we sat for some hours, telling the tale of what had just happened to us. We even opened up about having heard the Higher Sources. Though, my side of the tale about seeing them made everyone gaze at me in wonder. I realized then, that the uncontrollable shaking that I experienced during our time in the Under World was a sort of advisory. It was my souls own way of telling me that I could change. That I would change. That I didnt have to be a monster. The loos of physical control, was not the same as the loss of mental and emotional control. It was a supernatural way of my own body telling me that I could control my impulses, whenever and however, I wanted. And, use my gifts for good. Uriel, interrupted my train of thought, when he blurted out, You know that Tievel, will not stay defeated. We will have to do something. I have a plan.

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It was like reliving a terrible dream all over again. There I stood, in the field that Id been born and raised in, the ashes of what used to be my home, were all but gone. And, nothing remained. The grass, still had not grown in where the firmament of my old little cottage used to stand. Hands and feet bound, and my lips tapped together, I was being offered like a prize winning pig. Uriel, called out, Tievel! he looked around. No movement. Pulling me by my shackles, in order to have me walk with him, he proceeded to call out, Tievel! We walked for a few more minutes, further into the forest. Tievel, I know what you can hear me. Tievel, is not here. And why would you, my old buddy, be looking for him? the familiar British voice gave me goose bumps.

Azazel. Uriel spat out with clenched cheeks. Then turned to face him. Azazel, stood leaned up against a nearby tree with his arms folded over his chest, and a malicious twinkle in his eye. My, my, my If it isnt the pretty little demon, along with you too. He commented in a sly and scoffing tone. Why are you here? Where is Tievel? Rubbing his hands together Azazel, walked closer. Directly behind him, Belail followed, seeming to appear out of nowhere. Just like Azazels little creepy clone, he bounced behind, Tievel, needs body guards, now that someone else, betrayed him. Azazel commented. Uriel, looked over at Belail, jerking his head up only once, Belail. Uriel. He responded in the same action. So, once again. Why are you here? Uriel asked again. Oh, well, Uriel, forgive my bluntness, but, you see I believe it is in your best interest to tell US, why YOU are here. My business, is not with you. He stated firmly. Tis now, old friend. Belail replied under his breath. Very well. I come to bring him the girl. So that we can terminate her together. Well, isnt that the sweetest thing! Azazel replied, demeaning Uriel each time he spoke, with his tone of voice, alone. Take me to Tievel. Soon come. Soon come, old friend.

But? Uriel completed Azazels sentence. Buuut Ill take the girl. Belail, here will be her proud guide. Very well. Azazel walked up to Uriel, precisely where I stood, he grabbed a hold of my shackles, snatching them right out of Uriels hand, and proceeded to tug me away. Quickly, Belail, jumped in front of Uriel, ensuring that he would be the dividing factor between the two of us. Guaranteeing that Uriel, wouldnt try to grab me away, somehow. In a blink, a portal opened, and Azazel, tugged me through it. Belail, walking just behind me, and Uriel behind him. Just like that we were in the Lowest Ground. The home of the Encantados. Goose bumps ran up and down my spine. This place had that effect on me. Everything about it crept me out; everything about it gave me a lurking sensation of repulse. I fought back a gagging feeling that came into my throat, as everything about the environment made me sick to my stomach. The smell, the temperature, the darkness, EVERYTHING made my sick. Still bound, I couldnt really do anything to fight my way out of here, so I decided that my best bet was to confide in Uriels plan. He assured us that everything would work out fine. He would swear his existence on it. And, since hed promised in such a way; who was I to not believe him. Or at least give him a chance to prove it. Hed asserted that he knew what he was doing. I looked around, trying to allow my eyes to adjust to this ugly place. Within a mere second, they did, and that when I noticed that from behind a pile of stones, Tievel, slithered out. Tievel. Uriel acknowledged, with the jerking of his head, just as he did with Belail. Uriel. What brings you here? I despised that demon. I simply could not see a strand of connection between he and I. I saw no resemblance, I saw no union. As far as I was concerned, he was NO grandfather of

mine. He might as well have been some bum in the streets. And look what you have here. He mentioned with a low growl of glee. He walked up to where I stood, slowly, apparently and obviously, trying to intimidate me with his movements. Just then was when I began to wiggle about and fuzz. I wanted out! I was suddenly filled with hate and dread. When he came next to me, he lifted a slimy finger and removed a strand of hair from over my face. I couldnt help the impulse, as soon as he touched me; I jumped back, in the attempt to fight him off, even in my bound state. I mumbled from behind a taped mouth, Dont touch me! Uriel, threw a quick glance warning glance in my direction, with a piercing admonition. And, with that alone, I calmed myself, with a big sigh caught in my throat. Tievel, spoke, while still with his gaze locked on me, Uriel, did you know that this little abomination, tried to kill me? No. Uriel answered dryly. Ah, well, yes she did. She tried to kill me. He said then wrapped his hand on a clump of my hair and tugged it back, forcing me to look up at him, Now, isnt that funny. No. Uriel replied again, still that constant dryness in his voice. By this point, I was beginning to become a little more than just uncomfortable with the situation. At this point, I was getting truly scared. Why wasnt Uriel, moving fast? Why was he allowing all this to happen? Could it be that he was in on it all along? Okay! Okay! Now, I was freaking out! I pierced Uriel, with a look of fire, and warning. He in turn looked at me and spoke to me with just his eyes, telling me to simmer down. Yet, I could do nothing of the sort. If my friends had learned anything about me up until this point, it should have been that I had no patience. I was impatient to the core. This was quite possibly my biggest human like flaw. I was hoping and itching that theyd remove the cover from over my mouth, so that I would be able to show them a thing of two about, powers.

Deciding on not paying Uriel any mind, I continued my squirming. Just the sensation of having Tievel standing right in front of me, made me lose all composure. I despised this demon! Just like that I heard him let out a little malicious giggle, and then he released my hair and left me to his two ridiculous minions. Then strode up to Uriel, So Uriel, old well I dont think that I can really call you a friend; now can I? Call me what you wish Uriel responded. Tievel, quickly latched his hands together behind his back and began to pace in front of Uriel, Very well he stopped just for a moment and turned his head to glimpse quickly at Uriel, then continued his little marching dance, To what do I owe, this visit? Change of heart, maybe What be the reason? he stopped another moment and turned to stand directly in front of Uriel, You know, Uriel it is hard from me to believe that you came down here with the abomination, simply to visit me. It is also hard for me to accept that you have finally come to your senses in regards to her. I just cannot fathom that the Light of God has come all this was with this creature, in order to save mankind. So what be it? What be the reason for your visit? If not he threw Uriel a very suspicious look. If not; what? Uriel questioned emotionless. If not, to try to hoax me. He unexpectedly jumped right in front of Uriel, and like a flash, wrapped his hand around Uriels neck then with in that same gust of wind, flew back taking Uriel along for the ride, and finally pinning him up against a wall, Where are they? he demanded. You are making a big mistake. Uriel squeezed out. I think no! Tievel back lashed, I think I am absolutely correct! Thats not what youre making a mistake about. Uriel responded, with just the smallest hint of humor in his voice. Like a whipped blur, Uriel, grabbed the hand that held him pinned to the wall, threw one leg out and in front of him, and swept, Tievel off of his feet. Undoing the hold that Tievel had on him, the quickly flipped him over and had Tievel on his back on the ground. It was truly the work of a veteran warrior, Youre mistake

was putting your hands on me. Uriel, looked up and yelled into what seemed to be nothingness, Now! and just like that a portal opened, and Par, Roman and a few others came flying into the room. Immediately, Azazel, and Belail, were on guard.

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Chapter Twenty-two

The plan was a good one, I must admit, The way he explained everything, sounded perfect. He even got help for us, so that we wouldnt have to fight alone. The more help we got, the better. Right? Right! Yet, why couldnt I stop fretting? I kept tripping out, expecting the worst. I guess it was probably because of everything that we had gone through in such a little amount of time. Maybe, that was the cause of my nervousness. Yeah Yeah thats it! I told myself. But, you got this man! You got this! You are the seed of Chamuel! An archangel! You got this! I pep-talked myself. We were just waiting on the Mark Dont ask me what it was because, I had no idea. Sometime during the introduction of the plan, I blanked out. All I could remember was Uriel saying something like, When I walk, blah, blah, blah wah, wah, wah blah, blah Got it? then staring right at me, to which I nodded my head vigorously, trying to make it seem like I had caught everything hed said. To tell you the truth, Id lost him at the point when hed said that Zita would be bait. Now, considering the current situation, I could only assume that this was the mark. Catching myself in a momentary train of thought, I said to myself, Wait a minute. Didnt he say that hed be standing? Hmm Guess, this is plan B and before we jumped in, I hesitated just a split second, Wait another minute. Was

there a plan B? As everyone flooded the room, in front of me, I had to check myself back into reality. Then, right behind them, I also invaded the space.

Along with us there were some of the most powerful angels that Id ever hear of, each one with their one individual talent and power. However, they had to be that way, I mean, honestly we were about to face some pretty powerful demons. There was one angel, called Alec. Alecs story amazed me. Unlike all the others that accompanied us, he was the newest Archangel, in the lot. He hadnt been doing this for centuries, unlike the others. As a matter of fact, it hadnt even been a century since hed been commissioned. Alec, at one point was human. Kind of like me. Except, I of course, was only half human. Alec, had been fully human. When he was human, he was Autistic. When I heard his story, Alec, became my instant hero. He had been chosen to take Gabriels place. He had to have been a special person, in order to have been bestowed such a big gift. Id also become aware that he, during his humanity, was Pars charge as well. Learning his story, made me realize that if he could do it, so could I. There was also Ariel. Ariel was the archangel that guarded the earth, and was known for his ageless wisdom. His name meant, Lion of God. He appeared as an old man, but, appearances can be deceiving. Just because he looked old, didnt mean that he acted old. He was strong. Just like Uriel. Just as powerful, as Uriel, as well. Except unlike Uriel, Ariel, was more laid back and talkative. Easy to get along with, you wouldnt normally associate knowledge with being laid back. But, such was Ariel, and he did it very well. He wore a long silver beard, with long silver hair, that matched his violet eyes to perfection. Yet, his ageless wisdom and appearance, took nothing away from his obvious strength. And lastly, but totally not least was Raguel. Raguel is the overseer. Her name means Friend of God, because her job is to watch all the occurrences and movements of the angels and inform the Higher Sources of everything. She didnt look like much, but she was! She appeared to be this fragile, innocent, thin, tiny lady.

Splendidly beautiful, like an African queen. Her skin was shinny ebony, with lingering tones of gold hidden within it. Her eyes were enormous and penetrating, yet as yellow as the sun itself. She wore a robe that had no sleeves, that shown her strong shapely arms, and at her wrists she wore thick gold bracelets. She indeed was a magnificent creation. The Higher Sources out did themselves, when they created her. But, much like with Ariel, appearances can be very misleading. I could see that she held within her an incredible amount of power, which she held at bay until absolutely necessary.

Leading the invasion, when Uriel called for us was Par. She never ceased to amaze me. She seemed so much like a harmless, motherly figure that would do no harm to anyone. And, she was. But, when push came to shove, she was incredible. Strong, powerful, smart, everything that an angel should be. It made me think of when I first really met her. Even though shed always been around. Boy, did she fool me! Librarian and Youth Pastor? Come one! Who would have thought? I know I sure didnt. Directly behind he was Alec. I was behind him, and then Ariel and Raguel. Tievel, wasnt going to know what hit him, when all these majestic being came out to play. He thought he was being all cool and smart, and stuff, with his crazy looking demon, angel dudes, Azazel and Belail on his side, and maybe an army of Encantados. But, they had nothing on our companions!

Jumping in through the open portal, Par, ran towards the closest demon in the room, to take him down; it was en Encantado, that stood somewhere close to where she entered in the room. Alec, ran in and grabbed ahold of Belail, catching him off guard. Ariel, went straight for Azazel, knocking him up against a wall. I took advantage of that moment and grabbed Zita, pulling her to one side and trying to undo her restraints. I glanced over briefly at Uriel and Tievel, which were still battling each other. Tievel looked like hed seen a ghost. Enjoying the moment, I yelled out to him, Surprise, surprise, yaold big headed freak! Then

smiled and lifted my eyes to meet Zitas. And, with one swift pull at the tape that bound her mouth, I ripped it off and to sooth her pain, I place a quick, soft kiss on her lips. Roman. She whispered in relief. Yeah, baby. Im here. I was worried. I know. Everything is going to be fine, my Love. And with that word in my mouth I felt someone tackle me and drop me to the floor, unexpectedly. Then, I felt myself fly across the room and onto the ground with some oversized Encantado, behemoth on top of me. I looked back and Zita, stood there with fear in her eyes. I turned over as best as I could, to better look at this idiot that had tackled me to the floor. This dude was ugly. Id been told that Encantados were handsome. Um, no! This one looked like something out of a Star Wars movie. He had a huge, shriveled forehead, with the face of some sort of deformed Japanese Samurai, with the long crazy looking mustache and all. Struggling, I turned, releasing my arms from his pin. He took hold of my throat and began to try and strangle me, which made me think, What is up with the demons and angels always grabbing a Dudes throat?? then, I reached my hand over his head, and filled my hand with a bunch of his hair. Then pulled him back with all of my strength. I could see his face tighten, as I pulled his hair trying to lift him off of me just enough to release my other hand. With tons of effort, I was able to do just that. This was just what I needed. A little bit of lee-way. As soon as I had use of both of my hands, things changed quick and in a hurry. Still pinned to the ground, I looked inside myself to call upon my powers. The first thing I noticed was how my vision sharpened. This was always my first clue that I was going to the Chamuels seed mode. Inwardly, I summoned my weapon. Then, there came the breeze. That was it! This party was on!

Whipping and twirling through the wind, being carried along by that very breeze, my club came flying into my hand. And, as if by magic, it fell in the precise place I needed it to land. In the precise manner I needed, as well. Still struggling with the Encantado, I finally lifted my club and swung at him with it, knocking him immediately off of me, with that single blow. Like a reflex I stood to my feet and ran once again towards Zita. I was going to save her from this place if it were the last thing that I did. I ran to her and took her up in my arms she looked so dazed and confused, Are you alright? I asked her, being more worried for her than for myself at the moment. She simply nodded, then forced out a And you? Yes, dream girl. Now, lets get outta here before, Battlestar Galactica decides to wake up. Yes Okay she agreed vigorously. Come one! I grabbed her hand, and we began to do the getaway dance. Trying to jump around the being that were in full battle. Dodging, juggling, bouncing around, then as if her feet became glued to the ground, Zita stopped. She stopped! Just like that. For no apparent reason. In the middle of out getaway, Zita, baby, we have to go. We have to get out of here. I urged. Roman, no. I cant go. What? What do you mean? I cant keep hiding. I cant leave our friends here, fighting for me, alone, that way. I cant let him think that he had power over me, any more. I cant do this. I have to stay. I have to fight. As she spoke I could plainly see through to her soul. I could read her intentions loud and clear. She didnt want to abandon the very angels that were here to save her. And, most of all, she didnt want Tievel to win again. Or even feel as if he had won. If she fled now, he would assume that hed won, yet again. She needed to stand up for herself. She needed to prove to herself, and

to Tievel, a point. What was her point? That was she was, had nothing to do with who she was. I could see all that, by just looking into her eyes. Okay Alright. So be it, my love. But, if you stay; I stay. We do this together! Alright. But, wait. I have one more thing to say before we do this What? I love you Zita. From the first time I saw you, in my dreams I love you still. Dont forget it; just in case we dont make it out of here alive. Then I gave her a quick wink and a peck on the forehead. Me too, Roman. Then letting my hand go, she turned to face the small battle ground that sat behind us. And, is a quiet voice she said, I dont know what Im going to do, but, Im going to do something! Im sure youll figure something out, my beautiful Enchantress. She smiled. Then just as wed slipped out, we let ourselves back in. Arriving at an opening, we could see, all of our angel friends engulfed in a small war with Tievel, Azazel, Belail, and some other Encantados. They were magnificent. Each one displayed their own gift and ability, while at battle. They flew around, wings expanded, and danced at war with a fierce swiftness that only angels could contain. We saw swords, spears, bow and arrows, axes flying around, with ageless precision and talent. This was most definitely, NOT the first time these angels utilized their weapons. That was boldly apparent. It was amazing to see, how they and their weapons seemed to be one in the same. Also, how each angel had control of different elements of nature. Just as my element was air, Uriels was fire, Ariels was earth, Raguels was light; and Alec, well he was just awesome! And, sweet old Par, being a guardian angel, she could not control nature, but she fought like a champ!

They were nothing like me Me? I was the newbie here! I was more than sure that theyd be able to show me a thing or two about how to handle a weapon. Alec, who was probably the newest angel here, besides me, that is, had a knack for war. He looked like hed been doing this for centuries. Secretly, I was a little jealous. Shoot, even Zita, had been doing this much longer then I had. For a second, taking Zitas hand back into my own, I turned and whispered into her ear, You got this little mama! a tiny smile cracked her lips. Then pulling her with me, we leaped for the crowd. Like magnets, the Encantados, came flooding into where we were, surrounding us. I tensed. The thought that Zita, didnt have a weapon crossed my mind, and momentarily worried me. However, I did. What in the heck was I going to do to protect her? Dog-on-it, again! I thought to myself. The Encantados were drawing in, making a circle around us; tighter and tighter with every step. Then with an exasperated voice, I heard someone call out, Zita! our vision shifted towards the voice, and thats when I realized that it was Raguel. With a quick leap, she tossed something in Zitas direction. Zita caught it in midair. There we go! Now, this will work! Raguel, had provided Zita the perfect little weapon. It was something no one had ever seen before. It was like a pure gold bullhorn with a dagger on the opposite end. With that, Raguel, called out, Use it! while doing her war dance with one of her foes. She quickly bounced about and called towards Zita, Use it NOW! It was like a cue. As soon as Raguel said NOW all of our friends, covered their ears, in preparation for what would follow. It all happened so fast that had it been planned; it would have ruined the entire moment. Just like that Zitas eyes went totally green, and her hair lit aflame, just as shed done before, when her gift had taken over. She drew in one deep breath and pulled the bullhorn to her lips then screamed! That ear piercing, pain provoking, inexplicable banshee scream, that she did so well. This was that scream that shed thrown up on Uriel, once upon a time ago, but magnified, due to the bullhorn.

The walls around us began to tremble. Our enemies, doubled over in pain, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads. Their hands tried desperately to cover their ears, with futile effort, as the waves that the scream produced made them weak. Because of the instability that the banshee scream caused, their bodies didnt allow them the free will to control their extremities. Therefore, an attempt at protecting themselves, was ridiculous. This was hot! Holy tootsie roll pop! Look at her go! Like a sexy, red-headed, wailing ghost! Wooh, was she fine! Darn it, if I didnt love this girl! It was kind of weird how I now found this scream so dag-on attractive!

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I cant say for sure, what possessed me to want to stay and fight. All I knew. Way deep down inside of my heart, was that it wasnt right leaving people to defend me. I had to do something. Anything, for that matter. I owed these angels my friends, at least that much. Theyd long ago accepted me for who and what I was. And that alone deserved the effort of at least showing my gratitude, somehow. Also, there was the matter of Tievel. Well he had to pay; to say the least. I cant really explain it either; the way that I automatically knew how to us the instrumental weapon Id been given. I dont know, how I knew how to use it. But, I just did. So, I used it as best as I knew how. The funny thing though, was that the mere act of having it within my grip released the power that lay within me. However, the difference this time was that, I actually could and wanted to use them for good. It was very much like flipping a coin. Like, taking a turn yet, for the better. Not the worst. This was good. It was just like the Higher Sources had told me, If your heart is in the right place, so shall your gifts be. They were right! They were so right! Now, I fully understood what they meant.

Suddenly, within me I felt something turn. Something switch. Something, utterly different. No more fear. No more worry. No more hurt. No more Nothing! The things that once hindered me now didnt exist. I felt so very different, somehow. I felt at peace, fully. I felt full of happiness. Of joy. Full of self-acceptance. Mostly, I felt full of love! That alone, I believed, made every bit of the difference. It was like my heart had totally and completely opened. No longer guarded. No longer scared of getting hurt. I felt strong and resilient. At that very moment, I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that my life had just changed forever. That this was a new chapter in for me. A new beginning. Something shook my insides. Much like butterflies in my stomach. An inner tickle, an inner movement. Once again, I took my horn to my mouth and screamed in it. I had to finish was I had started. The shiny gold skin of my horn reflected everything around it, like a beautiful mirror. Somehow, the flash back of the first time I was introduced to a mirror crossed my mind. I remembered asking my parents to get the girl out, because she was trapped. Though, it no longer hurt, the memory caused a reaction; so I looked quickly into the horn to glace at my own reflection. Wait! What? How? Something happened. I lifted my eyes to look around the room at my friends and foes. All of their eyes were fixed on me in astonishment. That sensation of a flipping coin. The feeling of something shaking inside of me. I understood it now, yet, I still couldnt believe my eyes. As it was apparent, neither could they. I was me. But, I was not, the usual me, that took over when my gift made me lose self-control. I was not the banshee anymore, either. My eyes remained the solid green. My hair remained the vibrant flames of fiery yellow and red, but it was no longer evil. It was no longer intimidating or scary. I was soft, feminine, beautiful. It was something like Raguel, but not. It was me. And, behind me, was nothing more and nothing less, then an enormous, vivid, dazzling set of wings. Wings just like the ones that my companions wore. I glanced up at Roman, he too was intoxicated with the look of me. I could see it written all over his face. All of this transpired in a matter of seconds. Before, I could allow my foes to gather their barring, I had to react.

Lifting my lips from the horn, I opened my mouth and yelled at my friends, Go! Go! Get out of here! acknowledging the urgency in my voice, the immediately did as I said. Everyone but Roman. I remembered his words, But if you stay; I stay. We do this together! Once again, I wrapped my lips around the horn and screamed into it. Once again, the walls began to vibrate. This time they also began to crumble. My enemies Our enemies also began to lose the little bit of strength they had left in them. They feebly tried their best at protecting themselves. However, they had no protection, against something they knew nothing about. Tievels eyes were ginormous and full of fret. It there was one thing, he would have never expected, it would have been what just happened. His grandchild, the daughter of his only son, the half breed, hybrid, of a human and a demon was no long a demon or abomination as he so easily called me. She was an angel! Full of fear, full of surprise his mouth flew open, and in unison with pain, he dropped to the floor. To this Roman, extended his arms outright, his eyes turned into the beautiful glossy silvery diamonds, that only he had, and began to summon the wind that he so swiftly knew how to control. The wind came as if by magic. All the rubble and debris in the room began to float and spin into a wide funnel. I once again, this time without the horn, opened my mouth to scream. And, the spinning wind carried my voice to every corner of the space. It seemed that this was Romans intent. Our enemies eyes began to fill with tears of blood. Their ears began to also exude blood. I could see the veins in their foreheads begin to bulge. An obvious look of pain and resignation crossed every one of their faces. They began to drop like flies. Every last one of them. Then as if we were one, both Roman and I seemed to unanimously summon and open a portal, somehow; and with the open portal ready we finished the job. I let out my last whaling scream, using my weapon, making everything around us crumble to mere rubble and rock, and Roman controlled it with his air bending abilities and then just as we jumped into the portal, Roman let go. Just like that, it all came tumbling down. Burying, all those evil beings beneath it. With one swift jump, Roman and I entered the open portal to safety.

The last image that my eyes captured was that of the look on Tievels face. The look of utter disbelief, the look of hate, the look of defeat; that image, stayed in my head for the moments after his demise.

Chapter Twenty-three

All that time ALL that time and finally! Finally it was over! Yet, what did it take to end it all? It took ME. It took me, finally, once and for all, truly accepting myself. It took me, completely understanding the one truth that I needed to absorb; what I was, really truly, had nothing to do with who I was. WOW! Roman, place a soft hand on my shoulder, Zita, my Love, are you alright? Um I shook my head quickly, trying to refocus my attention to him, Yes I breathed out. However, though I was not able to say it with vigor, I meant it. I meant it with all my heart. Surprised by the fact, I caught myself repeating it, this time with a little more effort, Yes. Im alright. Then my eyes lifted to look up at Roman. With no further words, he understood me. Before I knew it, we were back in Pars living room. Awaiting is there, were all of our angel friends. They all seemed so full of joy. So content. So genuinely happy. Anticipation filled Ariels voice, and with a single word question, he asked, So? Unable to answer, I left Roman to do so, Its done. Alec asked, Done, done? Or just done for now? Done, done, brother.

Uriels predominantly hard look softened generously, to a large chipper grin, Well not that is good news. Par, seemed impatient, antsy and playfully jumpy, Oh! I cant hold it in anymore! she blurted out. To which Raguel giggled. Then she jumped towards me and squeezed me tight, and full of glee, she blurted out, Welcome to the gang, Child! All the other angels that surrounded us began to laugh, including Roman. Shes even more beautiful, now than ever before; isnt she? Roman rhetorically asked the others. Everyone, silently agreed. I was filled with a momentary bashfulness, and I felt my cheeks warm in a quick blush. Then Alec, said out loud, apparently unbeknownst time himself, Hot! and all the others laughed again. Hey brother Shes mine! Roman said with a smirk. Alec, threw his hands up in the air, in a joking motion. I enjoyed this environment. I loved feeling accepted and loved. I guess, all I needed to do from the beginning was accept, being accepted. My own self-loathing caused me blindness. Yet, now, I could see things in a totally different light.

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Theirs was an amazing heaven. It resembled their cottage home. All of the benefits that suited the Regency era, way of life that they so much enjoyed, and that caused them so much happiness. Except, that this was just magnified. It had to look of their little fortress of solitude that theyd established on earth, except that this was that place and much, much more. It was heaven, indeed.

Theyd been so worried about Zita. So much so, that on various occasions, Edeli, would ask the Higher Sources to allow her to visit Zita in her dreams. Not that it really helped, she mused, as all it did was cause Zita more grief. However, the Higher Sources were right. What Zita needed was the patron of broken hearts, to mend her shattered heart. Even more than that, she needed a new family. One that would accept her and help her find herself. What Zavier and Edeli, never anticipated, however, was that the Higher Sources plan was to gift Zita with one of the highest callings, known to man. She, was destined to become an angel; however, only if shed chosen the right path. And, thankfully she had. This was truly a staggering, but pleasant surprise to them. From their own version of heaven they watched, with hope that a better day would arrive for beloved little girl. And it did! It arrived with much more glory than they could ever had expected. For this, they were more than grateful to the Higher Sources for all that They had done. The happiness, produced tears of joy. This was good!

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Highest Ground

This is good, Alpha. She spoke with her voice, as opposed to her telepathy. In part she didnt want to lose her own identity. Being a Higher Source was a blessing indeed, but she was not only the Omega, she was also still, Sophia.

Yes, Sophia, you are right. He said without her having verbalized her sentiments, You are still the very same Sophia that I fell madly in love with. Then smiled his unique Azriel smile, like always. Then he continued, And, yes, you are right, again This is good. A sudden breeze blew by, which carried within it that aroma of fields of green and of flowers of all sorts. The magnificence of this place still did not cease to amaze them both. Yet, they were slowly but surely getting accustomed to it. Then he said, Zita, had to learn the same lesson that I had to lean. This was the only way to free hear heart, and the only way that our gift for her could have manifested itself. Sophia smiled, Yes. Truly, I am so glad that she learned. I am so happy that she finally saw herself as what she really was all along. I think that its time to pay her and Roman a visit A promise, is a promise. Right my love? Indeed. He said softly, in a voice that was engulfed with love and admiration for Sophia, something that never dismissed from his heart, Lets go.

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Earth Current day

A few days had passed, and it was so interesting how some things just began to take shape. Unanswered questions began to get answered. Things that were unclear began to clear up. The best part was that we were

happy. Its not to say that trials didnt come; because they did. However, the overall joy that embraced our souls, made the trials tolerable. I was blessed enough to have all these terrific being by my side and in my life, the first of them being Roman. I could not tell you enough, how much I loved him. How unfathomably in love I was with him. With every moment that passed, I loved him more. It was as if my heart swelled more each and every waking moment, allowing it to expand more to allow room for more and more love. It made me unbelievably happy. More happiness shown in me now, than I had ever known. My friends showed me things. Many things that Id never known before. They had to teach me what being an angle was like. Due to the fact that everything I had ever known before this was completely the opposite. Yet, I didnt mind. I quite appreciated the lessons

One day, Roman and I were surprised in the best was anyone could ever imagine. We were sitting at the dining room table, talking and enjoying each others company, when a portal opened up right next to us. That, in itself was nothing new, as wed become accustomed to out angel friends doing that almost every day. What, caught us off guard was not that the room began to fill with our angel friends, but what was the shocker was whom stepped in just after them. Roman, didnt know who they were right off the back, but I recognized them right away. The Higher Sources! They came! Just as they had promised. I was elated! At first Roman, observed Them, looking at Them in what seemed like he was trying to figure Them out. The Alpha spoke, Roman, Zita, hello. And nodded his head. Romans eyes flew wide open. Shock filled his gaze. I I Um Nah, nah, uh-uh No way Seriously? Why does it surprise you so much? Omega asked, then before he could answer that question, she cut him off, Never mind. I know. You thought We were just crazy little voices in your head.

Wait! What?... Um Howd you know that? We are the Higher Sources, Roman. We are connected Remember? Dude Roman began, then She cut him off again, apparently trying to prove what Her other half had just said, and with a funny little tone, mimicking Romans voice, she said, Thats crazy! It was hilarious! She sounded just like him! Everyone in the room began to laugh. Roman, feeling a bit embarrassed, lowered his head, then immediately shook it off and smiled as well. Thank you for coming. I acknowledged, then immediately, stood to my feet in some sort of reverence or in the best was to revere them that I knew how. No need to get up Child Sit, lets all sit. Alpha instructed. Everyone found themselves a spot and took as seat. Roman, took the seat closest to me and held my hand. Whats the reason for your visit? Uriel asked. A promise, is a promise. Omega responded. Plus, We think that this is a great time for some explanations as such. Alpha responded. Great. Ariel said. Unable to hold in the curiosity, I blurted out, What happened to me? How did I become this? Then as if the lightness in the air became serious, Their voices became one, They united Themselves in a way that seemed like They had grown together in the same womb. As if every single fiber of Their existence, was intertwined within each other. Then They commenced, Zita, your story is a long and sad one. We know more the you could imagine, everything that you have been through, from the day you were born. Weve watched you grow, and watched over you. Then much later in your life, after your parents passing, We made them a promise. One which We fully intended on keeping. That was to care for you and guide you in the right

direction. However, first you had to find your way. You had to open your heart. You had to learn how to accept yourself. Also, how to live and love. Interrupting Them for a moment, I asked, My parents? Yes. Your parents. What? How? Where are they? I queried. They are in their heaven. They are together. They are still very much in love and they still very much love you. Your fates fulfillment made them happier than words could say. Just the simple notion of knowing that, brought an ocean of tranquility and glee into my heart. The Higher Sources continued, Zita, We had you fate, your destiny, planned since the beginning of your existence. However, it was your job to find the way. We knew of Roman as well. Roman They directed Their voices at him, Your mother loved you. She did what was right, the only thing that she could have done. Yet, we kept watch the entire time. Since the day of your conception, we chose you to take your fathers place. We knew that this would be good. You are now, the Archangel, patron of the broken hearted. You are now, Chamuel. Then once again, directing Their attention towards me, they continued, We knew that Chamuel, would be the only one capable of mending your heart. With his gift, and more so, with his love for you, mending your heart would be his greatest accomplishment. Some time ago, at about the time of your birth, Zita, We lost another patron Archangel. The angel of music and song, Israfel. With your unique abilities, We knew that We could transform what was once an evil nature, to a gift of beauty. You are now Israfel, which means the burning one. The arch, patron of music and song. Still an enchantress, yet enchanting the world with your song. Now, join your fellow Archs and do good. Do right. Be happy. Live your fate You destiny. With that, a portal opened, and holding each others hands, They took just one step back, and entered the portal. That was so unexpected, but, such a lovely gift. I was so flattered, I felt so blessed, so grateful. Words could not express how complete I felt. How whole. Roman, and I were meant to for each other all along. Notwithstanding, now he was no longer Roman Valentin, he was Chamuel. I was no long Zita, the hybrind

abomination, I was Israfel. The patron Arch of song. It was amazing. It was meant to be. Chamuel and I, would live for all eternity with one and other, helping mankind, inspiring others, mending hearts, soothing souls. This was all I could have every asked for and much, much more.

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If I once thought she was beautiful, now the simple word beautiful could not compare. If I once that that I wanted to be with her, I now knew, that it was meant to be all along. If I once hurt at seeing her suffer, I now understood why. Most importantly, if I once thought that I loved her. I now knew, not only that I loved her, but that I would love her always and for all eternity.

After that visit from the Higher Sources, many unanswered puzzles, began to come together. With time we learned that Cruzita, the scared girl that we once saved, was in fact Israfels aunt. Her mothers sister. This filled Israfel with happiness. This was good. We had still not taken upon our full angelic forms as we had not yet passed on. We were still half human. So, still in a sense not having died, we could enjoy our friends and family.

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Earth Chamuels Backyard

Dude, I dont think that Im ever gonna get used to this whole name change thing.. Well, at least Dude, pretty much covers everything. Andy was still as corny as ever. It was great having him around though, Dude, you gonna burn the burgers! he whined. Id kind of fallen into such deep thought as I looked at Israfel, while she practically hovered at the other side of the yard. Man, when am I gonna fall in love? he asked pathetically, Im jealous! I couldnt help but to let out a laugh, Itll happen Man! Well, on second thought maybe not to you! I teased. Andy merely thrust his head up once as a smile curled his lips. Go ahead, Man. Go to her. Ill watch the burgers. Doing as he told me, I walked forwards, glancing back for just a second, I saw Leilina run up to Andy, and began to play with him. She carried in her hand the music box that Id once upon a time, gifted Israfel. The feeling of love and home filled the air.

The air! Thats right! It hit me summoning a quick burst of my powers, I caused a small gust of wind to flow in Israfels direction, and with it I whispered, allowing the wind to carry my words to her along with a windblown kiss, I love you. All this before I had even reached her. She turned, placed her loving gentle eyes on me, and then summoned a small gust of her own power, so she sang, I love you! Forever and all eternity and my wind carried her words along, and there they remained, traveling until the ends of the earth, until the end of time.

I ran up, took her in my arms, and kissed her with the love that flowed with in every fiber of my being. I knew, with no doubt what so ever, that HEART and SONG, belonged together FOREVER!