In a certain hospital room a certain woman was in a hospital bed crying.
She had dark hair so dark that it almost looked blue. And she had wide gray eyes. Which were streaming with quiet tears. Button nose, full lips, pale skin and a heart shaped face if it were not for the puffiness around her eyes. She was what you called beautiful.
A man was sitting on a chair besides her bed. And whispered in a heartbroken tone. "It was not your fault there was nothing that could have been done. The doctors tried their best trying to save him." She looked at the other end of the room where there was a crib and a newborn on said crib. It was not moving. She stared at the baby and whispered as if she was saying something. As if she was praying.
And then suddenly there was a flash of light. Then suddenly there was a man standing there as if he had appeared from thin air. He had hair and eyes with a curious shade of golden. As if it was made of solid gold. Straight nose square jaw and was clean shaven. He was dressed in a white track suit. And he looked like for all the world a hobo except he had wings.
And such wings they were! The were long, had a span of about two meters. Now you know what ideal wings look like with the sharp bend at the middle. They had that shape but unlike the ideal wing they were not white. They were golden. Every feather looked like the were 24 qarats of gold. They had a sheen of their own. And that did not make him look like a hobo. The figure bent his wings and they were stowed behind his back although a small part peeked from behind his shoulders. He slowly raised his eyes until they slowly met hers.
"You have summoned me and I have arrived." He said his voice had an extra octave and it reverberated with a strange sense of wisdom, strength and grace. She just stared at him dumbfounded. "Now speak mortal." He continued. "Please." She said her voice cracking. "Please bring him back to me." He turned around and saw the still born. He turned around facing her once more. "Are you certain? And before you answer know something. I was summoned by your grief. If I am to bring him back I shall be his Guardian. And he will not completely be human. And nor shall he be an angel. But something in between. He shall also have the potential of becoming a saint. It is a gift but also a curse. And what you are to do has a price. For all things have a price. Now I shall ask you again are you certain?" He said his voice full of conern. She nodded. "Anything. Please just bring him back." "Very well." he said his voice full of sorrow.
He raised his arms and his wings unfurled from his back suddenly looking larger than normal. Filling up the room and started to glow their golden light pulsing filled the room. Washing upon her face. Then he spoke "AS THE ARCHANGEL OF THE NORTH AND REPRESENTATIVE OF THE LIGHT I COMMAND THEE. BREATH IN LIFE TO THE CHILD BEFORE ME. LET HIM BE A SOLDER OF THE LIGHT. AND MY HEIR AND REPLACEMET. " The light disappeard. And miraculously the stillborn took a breath...and wailed. The woman shuddered in joy and relief. "Sigh not for you know that their is a price. There is always a price." His eyes met hers and she saw that there was pain and grief in his golden eyes. And suddenly tears started to fall not from her but from him." I beg your forgiveness." And suddenly she heard a thud and she turned around to see the man sitting besides her has keeled over.
Dead as a doornail.
She buzzed for a doctor via a distress button besides and the hospital room was suddenly flooded with nurses and doctors trying to save him but it was to late. All of the doctors. Spoke of their condolences. Mean while no body had noticed that the angel was gone. And that the baby in the crib was alive well. And they certainly had not noticed that the child's hair was a curious shade of of golden. As well as his eyes had turned to the colour of molten gold and shone with strength and innocence...
