I began to make my way back towards Triet. Flying a few feet above the sand, watching the sun slowly set. Small shadows danced along the desert ground as I flew. I let my mind drift away from me, my wings automatically taking me where we wanted to go. I had made the trip so many times...

I looked down at the chosen, feeling a little envious. We had been awake through the whole transformation. Feeling everything disappear without warning. Loosing everything that made us living in bits. Martel got sick, and we had to find a cure. Watching her suffer, while being lost about what to do with ourselves.

Soon the town came into view. I paused; the Chosen had still not awoken. If I just walked in holding an unconscious girl in my arms, surely there would be mass confusion among the people. There was no need for us to go into the town anyway. It seemed we wouldn't be needing food now. It would be better for us to set up camp here.

Picking a small area on the outskirts of town, I set everything up, placing the chosen inside the tent. I decided to leave her be. She should be waking up any moment now, and she would not want someone hovering over her. I turned to the fire I had built, wishing I could feel its warmth. It has been so long, what did it feel like? I remember the smoldering heat being painful at times but...

I tilted my head in a curious fashion, watching the blaze change shapes and colors. Fire was such a...strange thing. Slowly I extended my arm out towards flames, trying to get my fingertips to reach the wall of flames. I felt my face contrast into an awed expression as my fingers brushed the yellow light ever so slightly. I couldn't sense the heat at all, but I could still feel the difference in atmosphere. As if I was placing my hand into water that was the same temperature and the air around me. It was so...

"...Kratos?"

I jumped slightly, pulling my hand away from the fire quickly. I turned to face the Chosen who was currently looking to her right, apparently looking for me.

"I'm over here Chosen."

"Oh." She turned towards my voice, and walked over to my side, gazing into the flame and squinting against its searing heat. We stood in silence for a few minutes, until the Chosen decided to break the silence.

"What's it like?"

"hm?"

"Being an angel"

I glanced at the Chosen. She was scanning the sky slowly. Her vividly bright eyes sparkled in the starlight before her gaze landed on the moon.

I had the right mind to say it was absolute hell. Nothing ever changing, living forever, just sitting there for eternity performing random tasks to try and prevent yourself from going mad, but that wasn't my job. I was supposed to reassure the Chosen. Make her feel like she was doing the right thing. Guide her in the right directions, but I was not going to completely lie to her. Not when she trusted me...but what was being an angel like? I considered this for a moment, realizing that everything wasn't all so horrible. I wouldn't have to lie, being an angel was...indescribable, it was special.

"Unimaginable. It's so...different. You just see the world differently. Nothing seems real, nothing is the same ... It hurts like hell, but..."

I glanced down at my hand, completely unharmed from passing through the fire just moments ago. "You don't feel the pain. It's..." I returned my gaze to the dancing flames in front of us, longing to reach out again. "Wonderful."

I wasn't sure what an angel was like. It was wonderful. It was hell. It was...

That's just it, being an angel just was. That's all there was to it, but this girl would not become an angel. She would not experience it the same way he had. She may for a short while, but she was not going to become like him. She would become Martel's vessel. If that failed, she would become a lifeless being, a nothing, and she knew it.