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As my feet echo through the vast white corridor halls, my mind echos throughout my skull. In my sleeve I can feel the light of the single feather, warming my hand, and the softness of it tickling my palm. I know without looking at it, that the colors are swirling and shifting with my touch. It is a thing of beauty, but even more so, it is a sign. This one single feather, is a sign of something to come; of what I know not.
Solid black door, after solid black door passes by me as I continue on my way; this is where the souls are kept. Once they reach Heaven, they are assigned a room, and the soul is not to leave it's room upon entering. I keep my head down, not making eye contact with any of the other angels along the way, but I can feel them, …show more content…
I can't hear what they are saying, but it is obvious that Michael is dominating the fight, while Raphael can barely land a punch and his bleeding profusely from his head.
When our hands disconnect I am torn away from the images and once again greeted with the sight of Saezor sitting cross legged in front of me.
"Is this what you want?" He asks me, "Is this what you live for, what you follow, are these the rules you choose to abide by?" He doesn't wait for answers as he continues on. "Listen to me Zafarael, I have been sent here by someone very powerful who has his eye on you. He can hear your radical thinking, for it is exactly the way he thinks, and he is offering you a chance to follow what you believe in."
Saezor held out his hand again, this time a single white feather with swirling colors sat in it. This feather was different, it glowed a golden hue and gave off an icy air. Without thinking I reached for it, taking it in my burned hand. For a minute it became a dull midnight black, before melting and dripping down my hand; once the inky liquid had dripped off completely, it revealed my hand to be completely free of
Solid black door, after solid black door passes by me as I continue on my way; this is where the souls are kept. Once they reach Heaven, they are assigned a room, and the soul is not to leave it's room upon entering. I keep my head down, not making eye contact with any of the other angels along the way, but I can feel them, …show more content…
I can't hear what they are saying, but it is obvious that Michael is dominating the fight, while Raphael can barely land a punch and his bleeding profusely from his head.
When our hands disconnect I am torn away from the images and once again greeted with the sight of Saezor sitting cross legged in front of me.
"Is this what you want?" He asks me, "Is this what you live for, what you follow, are these the rules you choose to abide by?" He doesn't wait for answers as he continues on. "Listen to me Zafarael, I have been sent here by someone very powerful who has his eye on you. He can hear your radical thinking, for it is exactly the way he thinks, and he is offering you a chance to follow what you believe in."
Saezor held out his hand again, this time a single white feather with swirling colors sat in it. This feather was different, it glowed a golden hue and gave off an icy air. Without thinking I reached for it, taking it in my burned hand. For a minute it became a dull midnight black, before melting and dripping down my hand; once the inky liquid had dripped off completely, it revealed my hand to be completely free of