Yes, dear readers. It is sad that this short story now ends. But as the song says, it may not be the last you will read of these characters. I have notes for chronicles – just not sure if I will post them here or actually be brave enough to publish them.
I thought today’s picture was appropriate considering how I pictured my characters. This is called “My Guardian Angel” by Camino-Studios and can be found on deviantart at http://camino-studios.deviantart.com/art/My-guardian-Angel-250338737
I also thought I’d give you a final listing of the people who inspired this story:
God (Evanescence) – partial inspiration Alanis Morrissette
Metatron (Breaking Benjamin)
Archangels Michael (Kevin Durand), Gabriel (Tilda Swinton), Raphael (Paul Bettany), Cassiel (Shinedown) and Uriel (10 Years)
Zhovaer (Five Finger Death Punch)
Konnor (Avenged Sevenfold)
Karen (Rachel Platten) – later inspiration
Lucifer (Panic! At The Disco) – later inspiration
Various angels and imps (DJ Earworm)
This isn’t to say that this is how I think of these people or bands. The story came to me as I was listening to their music.
Gabriel put his arms around Konnor when everything was said and done. He had been on his knees but stood with the Arch Angel’s help and was now crying as he looked down at the area where his twin once lay.
“Why are you crying? What’s wrong?”
The range of emotions that flew across his face and surrounded him were so intense that he wasn’t able to answer his creator right away, but Gabriel patiently waited until the misled Guardian calmed. Taking a shaky breath, he finally answered. “I failed! I … I thought I knew what she asked of me when Lucifer took her, but I couldn’t help.”
“And who exactly did you fail?”
“Zhovaer, Karen, you! I failed God. I tried to keep The Beloved from going, but he left. I couldn’t stop him.”
The Arch Angel squeezed Konnor’s shoulders. “Oh, my lovely. You didn’t fail. It wasn’t your job to keep him from going.”
Konnor blinked and looked over at him, confused but perhaps hopeful.
“You were originally made to keep Terrans from forgetting who they are, why they were created and mostly importantly, to guard them from the traps Lucifer created when he fell. You were meant to be a beacon for when the time came.”
“But … Karen ….”
“She was created to be the beacon for those who saved the souls the Guardians weren’t able to rescue. I honestly think you two were my greatest creations.”
“Oh ye of little faith.”
Gabriel let his arms fall from Konnor’s shoulders as the once-Lowly spun around to face the sound of the voice. They both gazed upon Michael as he strode up next to them and amazingly smiled. “Your kind never had much.” The Arch Angel said mainly to Konnor but he addressed both.
“He has more than most, and more than Terrans.” Gabriel retaliated before turning back to Konnor. “I am sorry that you both got too close to Terrans that you became more like them and less like us. But I never question God’s plans for us – she’s always known better than any the ‘whats’ and ‘whys’ of it.”
Michael nodded. “She isn’t lost, not by any means. I got here as fast as I could to let you know what will happen.” He then put his hand on Gabriel’s shoulder. “And I think maybe I should be the one to do this my friend.”
Gabriel smirked, but then bowed and moved away from them.
“Karen made a great sacrifice – she gave up her ‘life’ for you, Zhovaer but especially for Metatron and she did it without thought of any but to help the three of you. Therefore she is saved but she needs to be cleansed. The only way this can be done is …”
“…for her to be born a Terran. So … she’s gone from me. I won’t … ever see her again.”
“Yes and no. You are to be a Guardian again.”
“I … me? A Guardian again?” Konnor felt a wave of happiness engulf him.”
“More specifically, you are to be her Guardian.
You’ll be there to see her born.
You’ll be there to comfort her when she has a bad dream and her parents don’t hear her crying.
For the joys and sorrows that come during the awkward Terran ‘teen-age’ years – you’ll be the one hope she will hear or feel when she thinks she’s alone.
When she’s in the university library looking for books and she thanks you for keeping that rather large one from falling on her head.”
“I will protect her.”
“Meanwhile, we’ll be up here, trying to fix things. We’ll call you back up once things are relatively settled.”
“How long will that be?”
“It may be for the rest of her life.”
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