Nina is gone for the weekend and so must Kai. This time, itâs his turn to meet the parents. Nina has already met Kaiâs family and I must say that this is getting really serious. I canât go anywhere on the other hand. As much as I would like to travel someplace new and explore, itâs my rotation to stay behind for dorm night duty.
Everyone who has decided not to go anywhere and stay here instead is sleeping. The halls are empty, but I still compel myself to refill the kerosene lamps just in case a sleepwalker finds themselves wandering around.
Itâs a quiet night, a perfect environment for oneâs thoughts to dwell and lately, there has been a lot on my mind. I wish I had someone I could freely speak to and not be suspicious of their intentions or fear of putting them at risk, but thereâs no one here whoâd be like that. That realization becomes a strange reason to look elsewhere. Iâm not sure why, but I find myself looking up.
Angels and celestial beings are looking down right at me and I realize that Iâve wandered into the West Hall. Itâs been a while since I looked up at that ceiling, but with everything thatâs going on around me I donât know where else to turn. As much as it wants to appear as a plain commissioned piece of art enchanted with settled magic, I know they can hear me.
But will they listen? I dare to test it out loud. âI know youâre here. I know youâre all here. Nothing is as it seems, I know that now. Thatâs why Iâm so confused. Thatâs why I donât know what to do. Thatâs why I donât know what and who I can trust.â
Itâs silent, but Iâm a patient man. After all, Iâm not asking easy questions.
I sigh, still waiting.
âWhat took you so long to talk to us? We know you saw us right from the very beginning,â an answer comes just before any disappointment is allowed to creep in.
My heart perks up.
âHello?!â my echo bounces between the columns.
âHello, Adrien,â yet another answer, but it doesnât make me feel any easier.
Someoneâs here with me, but I canât see them or pinpoint their location. Could this be a hallucination brought out by desperation?
In the shadows of the columns, I spot a figure moving.
âWeâve been waiting...for a long time.â
This must be a wondering cadet pulling my leg, but Iâm not in the mood for anyoneâs jokes, âItâs past hours, you need to get back to your room.â
Sounds of footsteps begin and with a casual pace, my only company walks towards me.
âBut I donât go here,â it says.
Seriously? This kid is a real joker. But with everything thatâs going on, maybe not. Oh, no. Is this a Red?
âYouâve got to get back, if you donât want to lose your town privileges,â Iâm really trying to figure out whatâs happening right now.
âAs I said, I donât go here and never could,â the figure insists.
Quickly, I realize that this stranger is telling the truth. This is not a cadet, but not an infiltrator either. None of them can ever grow a pair of wings at a momentâs notice just like this.
âIâd never pass the room inspections with these things shedding feathers all the time,â the stranger steps into the path of the moonâs dim glow, but the lack of light does nothing to hinder the impressiveness of his wingspan.
Iâm convinced that heâs of no threat, not with an angelic face like this one.
âWow, those wings must go for miles.â
Oh dear, Iâm such a dork.
âThank you,â he smiles at my corny joke anyway.
âWho are you? I mean I know what you are, obviously, but who are you? What are you doing here?â
âI an angel. Youâre right to think that, but Iâm not just any angel.â
âThen what kind are you?â
âIâm Michael, the archangel who commands the heavenly armies. Iâm the one who guides a dead warriorâs soul into the afterlife. The one who heals and protects them while theyâre alive and fighting.â
âYou said youâve been waiting for me?â
âYes, I have, almost the whole fucking time youâve been here.â
âWhat do you want?â
âYouâre one of the very few who walked these halls and noticed us watching you from the ceiling.â
âBut, Nina and Kai saw you too. I pointed you out to them.â
âThey saw us alright, as many others do, but only as an illusion. But youâre one of the few who saw us and knew that we meant something greater. Youâre one of the few who sees us as something...much more complex.â
âJust like Lada. Thatâs why she knows where the Capricorns like to hang around. Thatâs why Leo keeps her underground hideout a secret.â
âThatâs why she couldnât go along with the Redâs rouge plans, as much as it wouldâve made sense if she did.â
âSo what that I saw you for what you are. What are you doing here?â
âYou asked for guidance, so I came here to warn you.â
âAbout what?â
âThat there will be men whoâll ask you to forget us, forget that youâve ever seen us or talked to us. Theyâll try to convince you that weâre all a lie and will try to destroy any image that would remind you of us. Theyâll ask you to pledge your allegiance and unbending loyalty to them and treat as gods and deities.â
âBut whoâd worship such an earth-bound being?â
âRemember you said that, Adrien. Because a time will come when they will try forcing you to do just that.â
âI wonât forget.â
âIt wonât be a pretty memory. None of this will be and thatâs what will make it so difficult to believe in us still,â he looks down at my hands.
His notion guides my gaze and Iâm stunned at what I find myself holding. The warm sensation slithering down my wrists is sickening and my trembling fingertips are dripping with a foul, amber rain. This is indeed a warning, no doubt about that. What else all this blood could possibly mean?
Am I going to have to kill someone? Is this what the future holds? Whose blood is this?
I look around in search of who might need medical help, but there is no one. There are no victims taken down to the ground. I check myself for wounds, but Iâm perfectly fine.
Thankfully, this awful vision is brief and the blood vanishes from my hands without a trace, but so does the archangel. I wish I knew whose blood it was on my hands. I donât know why Michael didnât stick around to tell me and I hope that I wonât come to see to that and find out.