THE LEGACY Chapter II : Dawn of the Fallen Angels

Hi, my name is Abigail Joseph aka Therah Smith. I am the only child of John Joseph, the granddaughter of the fallen angel Zar. I am THE LEGACY to the hidden treasures of the fallen angels. This has stake my life in endanger and in a constant struggle to the evil forces. How will I defeat the evil forces, will bring you to the astounding story packed with action and thrill.Subterfuge is the game in my mind

I grew-up under the auspices of Khail. He treated me like his own daughter. Aside from Mojo the cat who was all the time watching and guarding me, I had noticed that the three sons of Khail were overprotective. They seemed like demi-gods who would suddenly appear if they sense I was in danger or the alarm system pushed them and so with Khail. They were behaving like I was deeply in a danger zone. Their behavior seemed to be unreasonable and overacting to the situations. I guessed they could sniff danger.

There was one moment I saw Khail spread his majestic wings without his noticed. My violet blue eyes were quizzical. My mouth turned big in gape and all I could say was, “Ohh” silently. His wings were feathery smooth white - wide like his two stretch muscled arms. His wings were attached sturdy to his appendage from his behind. I was so inquisitive what he was doing with his wings so I hid at the back of the giant sofa where he could not see me spying at him. He moved his wings back and forth. Slow, first, then fast and faster.  The flashes of his wings were so loud and intense.  It sent gusty winds all around the living room and echoing sound of turbulent tornado that somewhat was going to ruin the house.  It sent panicky feeling inside me that I almost shouted hysterically then someone covered my mouth.

“What are you doing here, Abigail,”  Khail questioned me.

I was stunned when he showed up in front of me. He was a there moment ago spreading his wings and made a fuss out of it now he was in front of me with a puzzled look in the impertinent air in the living room. 

With a gush, I answered him, “I was looking for Mojo, the cat. He just slipped away. I was afraid that he climbed again the tree outside the house. He was often a naughty cat. I was about to go outside when  I saw you pulled your wings from behind so I hid for you not to see me but I was terrified with the wheezing sound of your wings that I almost shouted.”

Khail was amused about my answer. He tapped by shoulder, touched my head and carried me. He sat in the couch with me on his lap. He kissed me sweetly in my forehead, hold my hands and said, “Abigail, you are still young to understand your destiny. What you see a while ago, keep it to your heart. We are not ordinary creatures of God. You are destined to uncover the truth. We are preparing you to be strong in spirit, flesh and wisdom. Your time will come. Your time will come to embattle the evil forces on this earth. Like Adam and Eve, who was charged to take care of the earth, you will also be charged of The Legacy. Prepare yourself, there is up more surprises to come.” 

I looked straight into the eyes of Khail with my eyebrows pulled together but I never dare to say a word. Yet there was avalanche of thoughts playing in my brain, “I could not fathom. I could not fathom” what Khail was talking about. All I care was play with Mojo, the cat and when my father comes back to get me.

Although it was cumbersome for me to comprehend the environment inside the house, I had discovered that I lived with no ordinary people but with extraordinary personalities possessed with heavenly powers to go into a battlefield.  They were gifted creatures. Mikhail, the dark brown haired eldest son of Khail possessed pyrokinesis ability. His ultra blue eyes could set any object into fire. He was taciturn, not much of a talker but dangerous when provoked. By controlling his mind, he could set fire and could turn the event into one hell of inferno. He could be a raging bull in the battle field but he was amiable and sweet. Darwin, the second son of Khail was dexterous in telekinesis. He had the power to move material object without any physical contact. He was the Atlas. Every material objet was weightless for him. He could also crash any objects by his mind power.  Stephen, the youngest, could read mind but most dangerous, could brainwashed and tortured your mind to insanity. With their phenomenal powers, I questioned myself if my father also inherent that bizarre power like the sons of Khail.

I slowly learned to accept that this is my second home. I slowly adjust myself to the situation. I slowly learned to live comfortably with Khail and his sons. I slowly accepted that my alias was Therah Smith. That made my heart lighter but deep inside, almost every day part of my being was longing for my father, John. 


When I was five years old, I discovered accidentally that I have heavenly powers too. I could hear different sounds no matter how far from my room. No matter how far they were inside the house I could hear them talk. There were times, I was eavesdropping. I have this bugging system in my ears that I enjoyed listening to these heavenly creatures. Sometimes I giggled alone in my bed about their jokes. Sometimes, all I could hear was the silence of the night or sometimes the flashes of their wings as if they traveled from very far places. As if they came from the battle of Armageddon.


I enjoyed doing this a few times. But sometimes, I felt scared as though they were preparing for a great war that my hair out from my skin.  The most shocking conversation I heard from them one day was about my father, John. It was a revelation to me that I cried alone in pain. I never realized that the man I saw once talking at the verandah with Khail was my father.  The man kissing  my forehead every night was my father. He never let me see him. He was invisible from my naked eyes but in all the essence of my humanity I could feel him over my body every night but I couldn’t explain this certain mystery embracing my young age. I cried in my sleep. My eyes were swollen. I missed my father so much because I never saw my mom. I informed was she died when giving birth to me. Everything then for me was a jigsaw puzzle that I was trying to pick the pieces to have a clear picture. I was determined to seek for the truth and the truth will set me free.

 

When I woke-up the next morning I told my Khail , “Dad I love you.” This was one way of saying my gratitude to Khail who had protected me for two years. Khail was moved and looked into my eyes. 

He could read what was on my mind. He hugged me tight and told me, “Abigail, when the right time comes, you'll see your father. He wants to protect you. He is readying the plan as the sole legacy to the richest in the world. To be with him in your young age would be dangerous. Your father has heavenly powers like us. He is safe across the roads of battle. He is not yet sure if you possessed the same powers since you belong to the second generation of Zar. He wants your safety." Back in my mind, I said, "I do have and you'll be surprised someday."

I smiled and hugged Khail and said, “Dad, someday I will understand. Tell my father, I miss him.”

To be continued...