Shadow of the Angels, a short story by ghostcav. Date added: 2009-01-11. Times viewed: 871.
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- Intro: A man not knowing who he is until a visit from a very old friend....
- It was nearly sunset on the pier as the sun sank into the waters edge, when the caravan took it's leave for the border. We were to carry precious cargo the to the newly built museum in London. The contents of the cases were to be kept secret, the only person who knew what was in them didn't wish to talk about it. He was a moderately built man, outfitted with a saber, two pistols, and a locket that he would take out of his shirt from time to time, and open it to reveal a beautiful young woman, not over twenty. I ask him who she is? He ignores the question and asks me if the cargo is safe..."yes, no one else is awake right now". good, he replies, turns and starts to walk away... "She's was my wife"
... " Was?" ...yes, she was shot by a robber. Two years ago...It was the day I proposed to her...in the park, I gave the robber everything...she put her hand behind her insisting on hiding the ring. "Come on, give it to me!" she said no! so he tried to take it, a struggle broke out and the pistol fired. I turned to see my love on the ground and the robber gone. She tried to speak, but couldn't get the faintest of sounds out...their she was laying in my arms, fading... She smiled at me one last time...nothing more. The pain is to much to remember. I'm sorry, I must to go.
The caravan rode thru the morning mist to an old train station that looked like it hadn't used in years. We were to unload the cargo and wait for the train with the blue light...what ever that means. Three hours pass and still no sign of this train, its starting to get colder. The air is thinning out, sounds from the nearby forest have begun to reach our ears...strange and bizarre sounds. Something out of a story almost, shadows from the moons glare are moving ever so slowly toward the men and I. Then, a voice...it calls my name...it sound like a small child with the hiss of a snake..."Marcus" its calls, "Come to me Marcus." the voice was so...soothing, it was almost insane not to go. I wondered away from the group and into this small courtyard with marble angel statues, amazingly this part of the facility had not been ravaged by the age of time. "Anyone there" I called, silence...I paused for a minute, and begun to hear my heart beat. "Marcus...why, do you keep it from me?" the voice said...I turned quickly to see nothing there. "So Predictable you humans are"...I draw my pistol and demand the voice to show it's origin. A cold chill ran up my spin and air becomes still... "So...the monkey wishes to see!" it said in an aggravated tone, "HERE"...I quickly turn to see anything "OVER HERE!!!...I continue to search for this person of conflict, but there isn't anything there...STOP PLAYING GAMES AND REVEIL YOURSELF!...I yelled.
Suddenly from behind one of the statues a hand, pale as a ghost, came into the moons light, followed by the rest of the person... "who are you, and why have you called me here?" with the moons light in the way I could barley make out its face. "as I said before, you have something of mine; and I wish it returned to me". what are you talking about, I have nothing of yours, I don't even know you! "don't play coy with me Marcus"...AND HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW MY NAME!? "your name wasn't always so, you were once called..."Raphael" suddenly the person opened its arms and reveals to me a set of wings, large; with tips tinted black. "It's time to come home brother" Clouds begin to quickly form ...lightning streaks across the sky, the person who was trying to take me form this earth began to scream and fells to its knees, its wings folded over his shoulders and made a type of shield from something or someone. A quick flash and the clouds part as a beam of pure light, warm and comforting befalls on me. I lower my pistol and it falls to the ground. The voice of a female reaches my ears " Marcus, fear me not...I have come in this time of darkness" I try to focus on her face...she too had wings, but hers where more elegant and tipped with gold and light blue. She came closer to me and I could see...oh my god, she was the merch wife. The one from the story he told me about. I was shocked for a minute as she came from the light and gently landed on the hard stone floor...she leaned forward with eyes so gentle, skin so warm...and whispered to me, "he wants you to come home my brother, its your time to be at his side" I begin to fell light...no more pain, no more suffering, just...perfect.
As the beautiful angle continues around me toward the fallen one she takes with her the light. It begins to hiss at her as she comes ever close. with the light I could see now, the creature had only black eyes no lips or nose no way to talk, but yet was able to communicate with a mortal. The fallen tries to fight the angel, but her strength is too great, the demons wings fall from its defensive position and drape over its sides..." how far have you fallen from his grace brother?"...in an echoed voice it cried out... WHY DO YOU NOT SEE!! WHY SHOULD MONKEYS HAVE FREE WILL AND WE BE SLAVES TO HIS LIGHT!!!...it retreats further away from the angel and she is there to follow his every step, and not once did it look at her, always with its head down tucked under its pale white arm... "Zephon" she said..."this is what you truly want"...it stays silent... "So be it, you will walk among mortals and find the hardships in faith". as she extends her arm to touch its wings she looks at me..."
Turn your head my brother, this isn't a sight for one's eyes to see.
She touches his left wing and it begins to become old and wither away, then the other...AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! It screams in pain and its eyes begin to bleed... "thus forth you will only be a shadow of yourself, confused, never to speak to, nor understand a soul that walks this earth. You will become a shadow of the angels".
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