Akeelah lived by her own standard, and in that standard, she tried to include everyone that she cared dearly for and taught them to march to the beat of their own drum. Conformity was an affront to individuality, and she took it as a self-made mission to teach all those close to her this lesson. Individuality was not a shame to bear, it was something to revere, something to behold, and something to allow to grow inside. She was the embodiment of individuality; dancing to her own beat and singing to her own inner song.

She lived that way even through the war, when most were treated as though they were of one unit, not as if there were their own person, and she continued to exude this strength even after.

Light up, don't know how I did it from the beginning, my head's kinda spinning

Light up, I won't be forgiven, my life is forbidden, they say it's a miracle

He had watched the fledgling from afar, as she walked with her friend around the Throne Room, having fallen into silence as her memories were returned to her. He could see the inner turmoil in His dear child, something He wished to take from her, but knew it would not aid her in the end. The pain of remembering and the sorrow of forgetting would make her stronger then she already was. He watched her take her friends hand in her own, looking up at him silently when he in turn looked down, and they shared a smile.

It brought hope to His heart.

Sometimes I don't even know if I'm wrong or right

I try to drown the sorrow the surfaces that every night

He saw her lay awake during the nights, from where He stood sentry in His throne, curled precariously deep in her friends side as he slept on unawares, it had been nearly a week since they had been taken into the throne room and reminded of things, they hadn't even known they hadn't known. He watched her as her wide eyes stared out the windows into the starry sky, and He twitched His finger, smiling at the awe that lit up her features when a star soared across the darkened sky, painting it brightly as it streaked through.

I'm moving at a speed that makes everybody look slow

What happens if I let it go

He watched from afar as His Morningstar made his way up the stairs to his Pantheon, as he broke the seals painted into the great stone doors, he himself had painted on long ago. He watched as His son slowly wandered in and encountered the unlikeliest of meetings. The little fledgling from before, His darling little daughter, peeking out from behind her protective barrier at the reappointed Choir Master. He had not lied, He never does, when He had that inkling some time ago, she really was the best of them, letting the tragedy that had befallen their family shape her into who she wanted to be, but never defining her as to who she was. He smiled to Himself as she peered out from her shield and slowly inched forward, watching as the little fledgling reached out for His Morningstar's hand, and she began the path of healing that the entirety needed.

He had told them all; Hope can come from even the unlikeliest and smallest of forms.

But there ain't no way you're pulling me down

I recharge to speakers and sound

It's okay, it isn't you fault

Everything is alright

He watched from afar as His little daughter encountered His mighty Archangels, as she enticed them, as she changed them. The littlest of fledglings instilled a heart in them that they struggled to build on their own, strengthened a hope that they didn't know they had lost, and showed them a love that they had thought they'd lost forever.

He watched as His eldest son softened again, coming out from behind the shell he'd built for himself, falling into the fledglings trance. He smiled when they visited the garden together, chasing one another between the trees, splashing in the crystal-clear water of the lake, laying among the soft grasses sharing stories of the stars from the archangels childhood. He felt hope once more, watching as the other fledglings watched them from afar, and slowly inched closer and closer to the mighty Archangel, until they sat with him and listened to his stories of before.

Take me to a place I know

Anywhere that feels like home

Somewhere that if I let go

Someone's gonna catch my soul

He smiled at the sound of His youngest Archangels laughter, something He had not heard since that fateful day all that long ago, watching with sparkling eyes as him and his fledgling companion ran around together. Went about his duties sharing jokes, played together in the garden, and together they brought a light back to Heaven that had been lost to time and anguish.

She was there when he broke down, deep in the depths of the garden and away from prying eyes, and He watched with hope as she crawled forward to help him in silence. Little fingers rubbing his tears away and a little body pressing into his as she hugged herself close.

Show me love, sometimes when you give it you don't always get it

That's all that you wanted

Angels, watch like television

Got over my mission, so I gotta finish up

He watched with a smile on His features as the little fledgling brought life back to His children, slowly but surely, in a way that He never could. He could mend many things, heal many wounds, but remaking the soul was not one of them. He could not make them who they were, only they could do that, it was their individuality.

He walked through the garden, listening to the bumbling brook and feeling the soft blades of grass glide over His bare feet, and came upon a clearing. All to herself, sat His little darling daughter, munching happily on a peach. He joined her in her silence, folding His legs under Him as He sat next to her.

"Hello, My little one."

She smiled up at Him, wiping her face with the long sleeve of her robe, cleaning away the juices left over from a ripened peach, "Hello Daddy!" and held out a bright peach to Him, "Do you want a peach?"

"I would love one, My daughter."

As He took the offered fruit in hand, dusting it off on His fine white robes, and took a bite from it's side, He thought to Himself only as He watched this particular fledgling turn back to her own stolen fruit and take a bite for herself. He watched as she leaned back, against His leg, and looked back up to the clouds above once more.

The key to immortality is first living a life worth remembering.

And hers was truly one worth remembering.