South

Prologue

It was a misty morning in March, an ordinary day – except for the voices which, of course, only you and I are privy to.

"You called?"

"Yes, Elizabeth. Someone on Earth needs help and it's your turn."

"Splendid! What an inspiration!"

Two figures formed in the mist, high above the tallest mountain and friendliest star – the pair were quite elegant there, unable to be spotted by any mortal who may look up.

"No – it's saddening," the taller figure said, sounding regretful. "Tonight, without help, she will throw away God's greatest gift. You can see why I am sending you."

"I don't," said the feminine voice. Its matching figure was turned towards the Earth, hands clasped in thoughtfulness. "I can't help, Joseph, you know I can't -" It was sounding slightly panicked now.

"It's your turn," Joseph said, and Elizabeth flinched.

"Yes, but -"

"You will know what to do, Elizabeth."

She took a shuddering breath. "Very well – but Joseph?"

"Might I know something about her, first?"

"I thought you might ask that." The clouds fell away and a town came into focus.