Sunday, February 27, 2011

Trisha's story pick, Week 8

Oops. Nearly too late, but I am here just in time!!

This week I've opted to feature Madeline's story, even though the other two I had to choose from were brilliant (and of course our Saturday feature was a great read too!). Madeline kinda had me at "one thought". I just love that concept, of knowing you can only have one single thought upon reawakening, and not wanting to waste it. ;)

Warning: if you're not into Lucifer, don't read on.


My eyes opened.

For the first time in seven hundred billion years, too.

When I was created, I was delicate. The galaxies put me to sleep for billions of years until I was strong enough to wake up. They didn’t want me to be disappointed when I finally came back around. So they gave me one thought. “If you think again, you might be disappointed,” the tiny stars told me. It was so innocent. I was weak, I couldn’t stop them.

Besides, I couldn’t think anything of it. I didn’t want to waste my one thought before I had even seen the new world of the future.

I knew I had missed a lot while I was gone. When I finally woke up, there was crying and pain. I heard blood fall and wings shatter.

Then someone walked past me.

He was gorgeous. Stunning. He had silver hair that hung in his narrow face, almost covering his deep brown eyes.

And I thought one thing. “He’s absolutely beautiful.”

He didn’t stop walking though, he paid no attention to me.

Inside I could feel my heart drop, disappointed that there was no one to catch it.

I shivered and opened my white wings. Billions of years worth of black ashes fell off. They slowly fell to the grassy ground and I bit my lip.

I looked around. Everything had changed, and I realized that now there was a sky and light.

Standing up, I buried my talons deeper into the soil. I realized I was down in a valley. Thousand of rocks danced around me. Waterfalls dripped off of the floating mountains, and thousands of castles hid themselves on the mountain sides. I smiled because I knew Creator had done a good job while I was asleep.

“Hello Jerichi,” something whispered in my ear.

I jumped back, surprised. And then I smiled. “Good morning Lisle,” I whispered gently back to the tiny star. She giggled.

But there was still the agonizing crying and screeching. I frowned.

“What have I missed?” I asked.

She stopped moving. “I’m not sure,” she said, but I knew she was lying.

“Honestly Lisle,” I said. “Something is wrong.”

She closed her tiny eyes. “This is war,” she replied, her voice heavy.

“War? Between who?”

“Lucifer. He turned against us, Jerichi.”

“I’m sorry,” I replied softly, although I wasn’t. It was anger, not sympathy.

He turned against Creator. He’s revolting.”


“Pride,” Lisle answered me simply. She paused. “You still have your one thought, don’t you?”

I shook my head. “No,” I said shamefully. She looked at me confused. I closed my eyes, embarrassed. “I thought. . . I thought that this one creature was gorgeous.”

I could see Lisle was disappointed. I could also see that she was trying to hide it, but I knew that it wasn’t working too well. “Good for you, Jerichi!” She said, her voice high and squeaky. “We promise you won’t be disappointed.”

And I wasn’t. I was proud I had wasted my only thought on love. I was afraid I was going to think something of hate, and I hadn’t.

“Well, the Creator wants to see you,” she added.

***** **** *** ** * ** *** **** *****

I thought everything would be golden. However, I was proved wrong when I stepped into Creator’s castle. Everything was old stone twisted together to form the structure. He smiled at me.

“Jerichi!” he exclaimed very happily, his long white beard seeming to smile at me. His eyes were bright and seemed happy to see me.

I was just surprised that he happened to remember me all of this time. “Creator,” I said respectfully, bowing.

He laughed deeply and loudly. “There’s no need to call me that anymore, child!” He was still laughing. I smiled grimly and wondered what I should call him. He didn’t seem to see that as a problem.

“So, my daughter,” he began, suddenly dropping his laugh, all though his eyes still seemed to think that something was rather funny. “We are in the midst of war,” he explained.

I nodded “I know. Lisle already told me.”

“Ah, Lisle, dear.” I watched as he sent a small glance towards Lisle. “We need your help, sweet child,” he informed me.

Suddenly my jaw snapped and fell. “Pardon?” I asked.

He looked at me confused by my own confusion.

“What is it that you don’t understand?” He asked.

“I’m. . .” I began, stuttering and tripping over every single word. “I’m an angel. I can’t fight,” I replied.

The Creator looked at me with agony filling his eyes to the brim. “None of us can fight. But it’s what we need to do, Jerichi.”

I looked at him for a very long time, not quite sure what to say. It was because I didn’t know what was going on. “Who’s Lucifer?” I asked, wanting to hear his answer instead of Lisle's.

Any sign of a smile disappeared very quickly as even more agony seeped into his eyes. “He’s one of my angels that turned against me. He’s trying to start a riot, turning a third of the angels against me and the heavens,” Creator told me.

I blinked, unable to understand.

“Everything is gone?” I asked.

He looked at me, not sure what I was talking about anymore.

“Sorry,” I apologized. “I guess what I meant to say was. . . all the purity is gone.”

He nodded.

“I don’t remember Lucifer.”

He closed his eyes softly, his white eyebrows almost covering them up. “His hair is like silver goblets and his eyes are a disgusting auburn. It makes me sick just to think of him. He was created long after you, and I rue everything about that angel,” he spat.

Dancing shadows in the corner of the room caught my eye. I narrowed my gaze, squinting my eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of the shadow’s maker.

Suddenly I realized who it was.

He smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but feel weak and vulnerable.

“You are going to fight with us, right?” Asked Creator.

I looked at him, uncertainty rolling around in my head and off my tongue. “I. . . I can’t make any promises,” I said.

In the dark corner, Lucifer smiled widely.

1 comment:

  1. Angels with talons; what an interesting visual. This would make a pretty cool book. :P bravo!


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