The sky was blue. The birds were chirping and the morning dew was sparkling as the sun began to rise over the rolling hills. There was a small village, one that was hidden within those hills, it's occupants were rising. Some already waiting, waiting for the return of their god.

The called him a god, yet he truly was no such thing. He was an angle. The village deemed themselves lucky for were chosen among the few to be the home of this angle. The angle lived with the village healer, who was also the leader or more so the decision maker for the village. And this leader was a she, a young women who was wise and kind, and had long flowing hair.

As the sun rose higher, the villagers began to step outside there little huts or cabins, all looking towards the sky's for any sight of their angel. Then from a mountain of white puff came in sight the one they sought to see.

Wings as long as he was tall flapped against the wind, now ascending him slowly downwards as their tips tilted just enough. His blonde hair shined against the rays of the sun, the villagers shielding their eyes from it's brilliance.

Once the young angle was safely upon the ground, he let out a great sigh, no one knowing if it was one of relief or sadness. Yet when he opened his eyes, all thoughts were forgotten and the villagers cheered. The eyes of the deepest darkest blue, as if like sapphires, seemed to twinkle as the angle smiled and let his wings vanish in a spiral of white feathers, which twirled around him before soaring up to the beyond. Only to return when their master needed.

The young creature then stepped forward into the village boundaries, walking the path he had ventured many times. Each step he took and the more he moved forward, life flourished among him. The grass grew to its fullest, flowers bloomed, and the trees gave produce as he passed them. This was why he was so important to be among the people of the world, for he was the giver of life.

Everyday when he returned from the clouds, the world would come back to life from the death of the nights. It always made the villagers happy to see it, and they were positive the other occupants on the world were happy too.

Now as he neared the villagers, walking by them toward his home, they smiled at him some bowing to him. Just all of the sudden, though, he stopped for a young girl, no more than the age of four, had stepped in front of him.

She held a single stem in her hands but sadly the said stem was wilted and dead to the core. It was brown and held no leaves, no petals, no life. She was crying for she had been caring it and the flower had just up and died over the night.

The angle seemed to gaze at her for moments, the entire village silent 'cept for the girls small whimpers of sadness. The blonde god like creature then smiled and got on his knee's before the child, then cupped the girls hands in his own. The two of them held the flower tightly and the girl only gazed into the deep eyes of the angle.

The angle then leaned forward until his lips were touching the top of the dead plant. He then closed his eyes for just a moment before leaning away and smiling once more. The girl looked confused but then gasped as the stem began to glow and sparkle.

It shined a dazzling red and as the pair of hands held it, the plant began to grow. First from the tip of the bottom the plant turned green until the whole thing was covered in the color. Then a bud began to form and just as quickly petals.

Bright red petals along with leaves appeared and as the plant sparkled for the last time, the glow died down leaving a radiant red rose. The girl laughed and awed at first as the angle let go only to get then get hugged by the now crying happily little village girl. The angle hugged her back then eased to his feet as she ran off back to her mother. He smiled at the cheering crowd once more before continuing on his way home. He reached his destination and with a sigh, he eased open the front door.

"I've returned, Aeirth."

"Welcome home, Roxas."

Aeirth smiled as she rose from her chair in front of the fire, lightly stepping closer to the holy being. Rox smiled as well once arms were wrapped around him, his own holding onto the women's body as well. They stood there for a moment before the long haired women eased away and smally pressed her lips against her adopted son's forehead.

"It is good to know that you are safely home." She whispered, her voice so kind and gentle yet holding so much power, so much determination. Roxas nodded gently to that and sighed as well.

"It was a long night I must admit."

To be continued...

I love the thought of Roxas flying against the clouds, don't you? Please Review if you like, thank you.