I don't know if this story idea is totally weird and useless, but please let me know what you think.
Through the clouds and mists of time, she looked down on the world, looked down on all the obscenities and heartbreak that lay below her. If anyone else she knew had looked through her eyes at that moment, they would have been revolted by all the world carried with it. Yet she continued to look past all of that, to focus on single point in time. There stood a girl, arguing intensely with her best friend. She could feel the anger and frustration boiling up inside the girl, but instead of sympathizing with her, only shook her head.
He came up behind her and half-laughed.
"Are they still going at it?" he asked in an amazed tone.
She didn't turn her gaze from the scene as she responded, "When aren't they 'going at it?'"
He followed her train of sight until he, too, stood intently watching the two bicker and yell below them. The girl now stormed off, and she felt that though the girl was angry, she also became extremely lonely and strangely sad the minute she left the boy's side.
"When are they going to realize that sooner or later they'll have to stop fighting and face the truth that's been right in front of them all along?" he wondered aloud.
"That's the problem. At the rate they're going, they may never realize it. It's going to take a miracle to get those two to see the truth," she responded, shaking her head once again.
He began to walk off.
"It's a good thing we believe in miracles, then, Mckaenna," he called back over his shoulder.
"We don't have any choice, Cameron. We don't have any choice."
Mckaenna continued to watch the girl.
- - - - -
To say that I was surprised when Master called me to His House would be a serious understatement, though I was also more than pleased. It was not unusual for one to see Master, but to be specifically called—to be singled out—was an honor among honors. It indicated that Master was about to give you a task.
Master's head servants and friends were all there as I entered, but they were all lost in the glow of Master, which filled every ounce of me with joy. I instantly bowed down and gave Master the reverence he, above all, deserved. When I dared to look up, Master was smiling as lovingly at me as He would His own children.
"Welcome, Mckaenna, faithful servant."
Master's voice resounded with a quietness that shook the room.
I smiled at Master, who seemed to be a piercing beacon compared to the bleakness of the world I had been watching.
"Thank you, Master. I love to serve you," I responded back.
"I know, Mckaenna, and that is why I am giving you this task," Master answered, causing me to listen even more. "The girl you have been watching—Lillian Anne Truscott—has been crying out every night for the boy Cameron watches—Oliver Oscar Oken—to feel for her the way she feels for him."
I was confused, for I had never heard the girl speak of such a thing, even to herself, but I trusted Master and didn't question Him.
Master continued, "I want you to go to the girl, Mckaenna, and show her how loved she truly is. Become her friend."
I was in shock. "You want me to go to Earth, Master?" I stammered.
Master smiled again. "I will be watching, of course, and will tell you what to do next. I will be by your side as I am by hers. I will enable you to take human form, also, if necessary. Cameron will be sent as well. Let Lillian know who you are when you meet her, for she will not believe you."
My mind spun, but I heard Master's last words as I was shooting towards Earth.
"Go, Mckaenna, for I will be with you."