The next thing I knew after that, some warm mass was holding me. It was babbling away with something that took me moments to reconize as my native language from when I was alive before. My eyes twitched open and what was revieled to me was a dark and scary place. I freaked!
I had troubles moving, my spirit suddenly felt heavy. It took me moments to realize I was no longer a spirit or an angel floating around in heaven anymore. I was indeed. . . alive.
My eyes had not yet adjusted to the dimly lit room, so I had closed them when I had attempted to scurry away. Before long, I was craddled again by that warm mass. At that point I felt so exousted that I just didn't care anymore. The mass picked me up off the ground like a husbaned would his wife--which in my condition felt like I was being defied by sarcastically sweet gravity--and he--the voice I had finally decifiered as being a man--continued to babble in that familiar foreign language I had once known.
It may have been minutes or hours before I had managed to open my eyes and concentrate on the man that held me. He had bright blue sapphire eyes, almost white hair, and very pale skin. He continued to babble as I had studied him, but more excitedly just by listenning to the pace and tone of his speech.
I continued to study him for moments on end, but then decided I'd settle down on his mouth and watch it move. The memory of my English language slowly returned to me as did the concept of speeking. "Who are you?" I asked the man slowly and horsely. He said nothing for moments, but he did smile a broad smile as of which I had never seen before. It was the happiest smile I had ever seen, perhaps it would have been best suted to the Book of World Records as the 'Happiest Smile Ever Recorded in History.'
"Who are you?" I repeated horsely once more. "Where am I?" I blinked at him a bit, still adjusting to the dim lightings that filled the room we were in. "I know you can speak," I continued firmly with my cursed horse voice-box.
"I am Mitchel Amagezel," The man said, then paused for a bit to see my curious reaction before continuing. "I am 18 years of age and am studying to be a scientist at 'ReBirth,'"
"What's 'ReBirth'?"
"It's the only existing science lab left on Earth. Aren't angels suppose to know these kinds of things?"
"Not neccesarily," I replied quietly. "Some angels are classified differently than others, thus they are usually seperated into groups of which to what they do. No one said all angels were Guardians," I took a small bit of time to gather my voice as it lumped inside my throat. I felt as though talking would eventually soothe it and I hoped my theory was right. "I was one of the angels who served as but an underling of God and did only as he'd ask of me,"
The boy studied me a bit, it was if I were insane in his mind. "Try dying," I told him. "If you don't believe me," He then smiled.
"No, I believe you. It just doesn't add up to those who've been alive as far as they are concerned,"
"Would you mind setting me down?" I asked him, my voice theory felt as correct as saying 'Your horse is going to need to walk before drinking water or he'll get a colic.' "Sure," He replied.
After being set down I had found that I was very unstable, or at least at first. Mitchel helped me stand onto my feet. The room was dimly lit, perhaps by some sort of electric candle that is ment to hang in random places. The walls and floors were made of black-ish or grey-ish stone like you'd find in a still-standing kingdom from the Midevil times or perhaps in an underground passageway. There were no windows and in the center of the room I noticed some sort of metal casket with it's glass lid sperated completely from it's top.
Above the casket was some sort of machine that I could never fully describe. I could tell you it was made of square and oval metals with bleeping and flashing buttons of many colors. It was unique and strange to me. My fear returned to me suddenly as I remember I was somehow back from the dead.
No, this isn't Atem we're talking about yet, this is someone else. SHE will be described to you with detail next chapter. Author's Promise. :)