Chapter XXI: The Legacy: The Dawn of the Fallen Angels

He did chase the butterflies virtually. He gazed at those thousands of butterflies flying in many directions in the air. They looked so marvelous. At instant those butterflies turned to purple roses as they all fell down to the ground. The garden was now covered with purple roses – a paradise. He picked one purple rose then threw it upward the sky and in one moment they turned back to purple butterflies. The butterflies were flying all around again in the atmosphere however after few minutes they vanished in thin air. All I could see were silver dust falling down to the ground. Gone were the butterflies that I had created. I was flabbergasted. This boy could do so much the same thing that I could do. I quivered of the thought. I loved butterflies. Making them into silver dust was a big contrary to me. My shocked turned into horror that I squirmed on my seat and made a small sound.

He sensed that I was furious of what I saw. My reaction made him baffled. He thought that I would enjoy  his mavericks. He relayed a message to me, “Abigail, I am sorry. I am going to transform them back to butterflies.” I fret back, “No, the game is over.”  He tried to say something but I blocked his message with all my power. His message boomerang back to him. He was off balance and he fell on the ground sitting on his butt. I heard him said, “Ouch”. I giggled. I saw him forlorn of what I did. He raised his right arm. I was amazed to see the butterflies flying upward the sky and formed these words, “I AM NOT AN ENEMY BUT YOU NEED TO PASS THE TEST WITH MY FATHER.” 

Stephen woke me up. “Something wrong Abby?” he asked. “No I said. I was just dreaming. You don’t have to worry I am fine,” I said but it was ultimately a lie. “I heard you made strange sounds and you were talking in alien language unknown to us.” “Oh that, I was actually trying to practice talking in the Hebrew language,” I replied. Joey butt-in, “If you want to speak in Hebrew you have to learn that from me. I am a linguist. I can speak of many tongues.” “I would be more than happy,” I told Joey.

Alan was not definitely happy of what I have done to him. I saw that on his face. I was still a spoil brat perhaps or it was just a showmanship of power between the two of us. Whoever was the powerful could win the game of the mind. That was what I always hate about myself. The stubbornness in me but I was not a punk kid who loved to create vandalism in the neighborhood. It was for me a competition or a rivalry.  Despite of showing off which power was superb, I found him not a threat but an ally.  “Once and for all, I need to find the truth about Kalil and Alan. Are they allies or are they nemesis?” I questioned myself. That remained to be seen from this vantage point of view.

It was almost 6:00 in the morning. The sun rose from its horizon nest. Round and burning red! The rays of the sun made the clouds looked like flaring orange. Part of the sky seemed pale painted with light blue color. Looking down hundreds feet below was a vast body of ocean and somewhere at the edge of the ocean, the sky and the ocean intertwine. When you go to the edge of the ocean, it never meets the sky. It was such an illusion, a mystery. I sighed and stretched my body. Everyone was quiet and engrossed with their own thinking. Everybody was stationed at their seats. I broke the silence. I asked “How many more hours before we reach Greece.”  “Approximately, 5 hours more,” said Mikhail.

 “Wow this trip is really long.”

“Well this plane is program for 13 hours of flight”

“You mean Mikhail this plane something kind of a robot.”

Mikhail smiled, “Yes Abby. It is. There is no pilot in this plane.”

“Cool. You people know a lot, except me.

“But you are more powerful than us, remember that.”

Mikhail was right. He was right and I said to them, “I can have the power to control this plane and we’ll be Greece in few minutes.”

“Never do that Abby. Our time travel is already programmed. Do not  alter anything of the plan. You need to make a calculation of how time works. That is imposed already,” sternly reminded Mikhail.

“I never had any idea of all these impositions. All I know I am in mission with a little help from you guys.”

“You’ll know that soon so chill Abby.”

Joey snapped. “Remember I am here Abby. You’ll be safe.”

Chapter XX: The Legacy: The Dawn of the Fallen Angels

Joey was sitting just behind me. He was enjoying sipping the black coffee while looking through the window. I heard him murmured something to his self but it was in a Hebrew language. “Hey Joey!” I spoke out loud since I was sitting in front of him. “Yes my princess,” he answered. “You scared the hell our butts Joey. How come you are here? You are supposed to be in Shangri-La. You are not part of the team. Besides, I can manage myself. My siblings are with me. So why bother to come with us?” I was so smug. Joey gulped all the black coffee before he answered me. “Wow, you bombarded me with so many questions dear. Do I have to repeat myself again Abby? Well you know since you were born, I had been protecting you. I told you already about this. This is my mission until the time comes that you can be on your own. Did I make myself clear my princess?” declared Joey. I just answered bluntly, “Okay copy Sir.”  I heard Joey said softly, “Excellent kid and modesty aside, Richard is there.”

The ensuing of the night was not that dark and void at all. I could see stars blinking, twinkling in the darkness. I smiled. I remembered when I was two years old, my dad flew me up in the sky at night just to watch the stars twinkling, blinking and flickering. They decorated the sky like diamonds that you wanna picked them one by one. Yet all you could do is just watch their opulence of beauty. Down, I could see also millions of fluorescent and neon lights flickering in the dark. The lights gave so much beauty and mystery to the darkness.  

I remained silent for few hours until I felt drowsy at the end that I had to close my eyes to sleep but my subconscious mind was very much alert. My subconscious mind was my autopilot when I sleep. It could receive and transmit messages. I could sense if there was danger. I could transform my imagination to reality. I was always good at this.  I was in the middle of my sleep when I heard a message from Kalil. “I have been waiting for you Abigail.”  His voice was so gentle and calm. I saw his image finally in front of me without the self-made projector of Khail with a boy beside him like my age. His son. They both were smiling together at me and welcoming me.  Then they were gone. I opened my eyes my heart pounding fast. I blurted out, “He and his son are expecting me.”  “Who?” queried Mikhail.  “Kalil and Alan,” I said. “So they know you are coming Abby. They are prepared and they are starting psychological war with you. They look too innocent and angelic but they are dangerous and a threat. Erasing memories are their masterpiece. So be careful. Kalil may overpower your mind.” Mikhail reminded me. I just nodded my head but at the back of my mind, I sense something different. Kalil and his son, Alan are not evils. That I need to find this out! I blurted out again absentmindedly. “His son has a violet eyes and a wavy curly hair like mine. I find him very attractive looking guy and enchanting.  There is something in eyes that magnetize me.”  They never reacted to my statement. It looked like they were dumbfounded. I found their reactions peculiar so I asked, “Anything wrong to what I said?” “Abby, I know it is normal for you to get attracted to guys but it is against the rule. You are in a mission. You need to fix these people not being attracted to Kalil’s son,” reminded Mikhail. “I know my limitations of course,” I snapped back. “Don’t fret, Abby or this plane will plummet down,” teased Darwin. “Hey stop pissing me off.”  

“Shhhhh” Joey reminded us to keep quiet. Everybody was silent and thanks for Joey, my siblings never tried to tease me again. We were almost 5 hours on board and I succumbed to boredom. I went to the wash room to pee. Then I washed my hands and face with a perfumed bar soap. I wiped my face with a soft pink face towel while staring at the mirror in front of me. I inspected my face few minutes. My ego told me, "What a beautiful lady you are." I laughed and said, "You are conceited Abigail." I guess it was natural for me to be conscious how I look. I was in my puberty age. I was on the brink of leaving the wash room when I noticed a purple rose on the basin. I had never seen a purple rose. This one was so unique.  There was no purple rose when I came in so I said to myself. “How come there is a purple rose here? My spine chilled. My stomach churned.  I picked the purple rose. I read the small note tagged to it. It said, “I am so glad we will finally meet. My father talks many things about you. It is me, Alan.”  I find this mysterious. How come Alan can penetrate the plane when it is shield by invincible wall? Does it mean that Alan has  the same power as mine.? My heart raced fast again. I tucked the note in my pocket and throw the purple rose in the garbage. I don't want them to see this. 

I returned to my seat without saying any words but my heart was still hammering loudly inside. I closed my eyes. I let my mind traveled to Greece. It traveled a speed of light. Rainbow colors kept on flashing and dancing back and forth, rotating, wiggling, spiraling while it traveled.  Finally, it reached the home of Kalil. I saw Alan in the garden dressed in a sporty outfit. He was holding a bow and an arrow. Archery the favorite sports of angels. He had a perfect body built at the age of 12. His body was muscular and sturdy.  What could a woman ask for?   He stopped when he saw thousands of butterflies flying around. The butterflies made a letter formation in the air that read, “I AM READY.” Then I said to him, “Chase the butterflies.”  He charmingly smiled and my heart melts.