Living Among Giants

by Monkeygirl77

She was adopted into the fold of Archangels and now she's learning how to be a fledgling again after the end of the war. She's got plenty of older angels to show her the way though. A new set of Guardians, a new home, and a present Parent, she's living among giants now.

151. Strange

Song listened to: 'Shooting Stars' Ft. Astranova, Pharaoh, and Catty Noir

Standing in the presence of their Father, who could stop things should they get too out of hand, the fledgling was able to truly explore her grace.

They all watched on bated breath to see just what she could do. Though she was still too young to do it unsupervised, it was an opportunity to be used, and use it they would.

Akeelah closed her eyes, breathing in deeply, just like she'd been told to and reached for the warmth inside. She pictured a glowing ball, and reached inside for it, curling her fingers into the glowing mass, and feeling its warmth spread over her like warm water trickling from her head down.

Her eyes opened, a bright blue against the darkness of the setting sun outside, and the glow spread from her fingertips as was custom when she pulled at her inner power. It spread from her fingers, up her palm, slowly climbing up both arms, enveloping her entire form in an armor made of pure energy.

She held her arms out, hands upturned and palm's freed, the atmosphere in the room lifted at her command. Their hair swayed to the change in pressure, her braids raised as gravity seemed to weaken, and little stray pebbles began to slowly lift into the air as gravity thinned out to a tiny veil at her thought.

Father watched her with pride, beaming at the sight of her power, knowing it would only get stronger as she grew older. His archangel watched their fledgling in varying degrees of awe, as her hands turned inward, curling as though holding onto a ball, and a sphere of light slowly began forming in her grasp. It dripped light down, until it faded just before it hit the floor, and He bent to lift her creation into His hand.

"A new star has been born." He set it up in the night sky, watching it twinkly brightly down at them, and smiled back down at His young daughter "A fledgling star has been born."

He knew, of course, just what she would become. He knew where all of His children ended up, the good and the bad, and He knew that this one would most certainly be one of the good. Without a doubt. And He knew she would create new worlds.

She had already started to, after all.