-There were three of us girls, all friends for a long, long time. It had been prophesied, long ago, that we would find an angel, but we mostly laughed it off. Then we started these...dreams, for lack of better word. It was night, and we found we could fly. Holding hands, we would fly over houses. One of my friends, the one on my right, wanted to add another girl to our group. She said her name, it was like Devon, and a light appeared shinning from a house below. Thinking that was cool, we tried to reach her, but in vain. Finally we just decided that she was not to be one of us and we moved on.
It was after the first night that we could do this, it was morning and we had landed on the ground, when I saw this blue arm. It was like watching a glass maker, this blue glass slowly shaped into a little arm, and then a little toddler was in my arms. He was the cutest thing, with long brown hair, and after a while we realized that he was the angel we were prophesied to find. (This next little part was a little confusing, he just suddenly was older...)
Next thing I knew, this little baby had grown up to a young man (young angel really) though we, my friends, and everyone else had not aged...
Anyho, we saw him mostly at night, and he was our greatest friend. His brown hair was shorter, and always messy.
One of my two friends, the one who had originally been on the left, she was shyer, not as bold as the other one, was having some problems at home. She was very depressed, and I knew that he would go and cheer her up, as he did to any of us when we were down.
I saw what was going to happen. I saw my friend move stuff away from the wall, exposing the wood. I knew that the way he would cheer her up was to 'light' up (she always loved this, even though technically, as an angel, he was not supposed to do this...some rule). This 'light' up thing was like glowing..he could do it so his whole body would glow like what you would expect from an angle, or he could just do it like on his fingertips.
I realized that when he would try to cheer her up, it would set the wooden wall on fire. There was a rat, basically the embodiment of the enemy, by her bed, I knew that he would make sure the fire would not be able to be put out. Also, the rat would make sure that the angel would not be able to save her.
And that's what she wanted.
I rushed, as fast as I could, over to her house, hoping that I was not too late. I blocked the door, trying to keep him out. I knew that he had gotten in anyway, after all, he didn't exactly need a door. There was the rat, trapped in the entry way that I was in, between the outside door and the one that led into the house. Quickly, I pushed myself up, and stomped as hard as I could on the rats neck. I knew that if the rat was dead, than he would be able to save her, he would be able to put out the fire-if the fire even happened. I stomped on the rats neck hard, over and over again, until I was satisfied that he was dead.
He was leaving now, taking a plane away. We were all sad about this, I had not seen him since I had tried to keep him out of her house, and now my dad was driving behind his car as we went to see him off at the air port. He was in the back, and looked through the back window shield at me, as if to ask if I had been able to kill the rat. I was just so relieved that everyone had turned out okay, I grinned at him giving him a 'rock on' sign. He laughed silently, and grinned back, tentatively mimicking my 'rock on' sign.
Before he left on the plane, he promised us that he would be back. My dad, who had drove me there, was doubtful, going like 'yeah right'. I told him that he would be back, the next night. We all understood that it wouldn't be like before, now we would only see him at night, and it would be more like a lucid dream.
-whew- That was a long one!
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