"Fallen Angel" Part II (Short Story)

War. Peace. Morpheus. Helios.  

The fallen angel walks as her eyes beams on high to evaluate her surroundings. It’s like an apocalyptic firestorm in her view, as the strangers she passes laughs consistently in an echo effect. The angel does not see the world like the rest. Her judgment of character on others provides the truth. The halos slowly diminish, as the horns grow. 

She’s just fallen for Hades current trickery. The beautiful lady continues to travel until she spots the Sun God, Helios, breaking his rays through the darkened thick walls of clouds in the sky. He directs her to a safe haven on Earth, a garden. The angel collapses from exhaustion underneath a large oak tree and questions herself as she starts to meditate underneath Grandfather Oak and enjoys the comfort of his shade. 

                “How many demons, zombies, lost souls have been put onto this Earth?”

The angel escapes into slumber, as she re-enters her fantasy world and visions another angel leading her down a path of a road filled with lavish coal. In the horizon, she sees Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, waiting under Helios’ rays. 

                “Angel, come to me.”

                “Athena, what has caused such madness?”

                “The life cycle of Mother Earth is imbalanced. It must be nurtured and healed. Teach the world of the forsaken values of the resources offered and relearn the portions of necessities and there you will find what you are searching for.”

The Angel turns and looks at the destruction and smog right before her eyes. The garden fades, Grandfather Oak has died, as the world darkens and starts spinning in a more rapid pace. The angel starts to get tipsy and falls to the splintered and dehydrated ground that once was filled with greens and the bright colors of wild flowers. 

As the angel awakens from her dreams, she is relieved of the events that have not yet happened in her vision. The comfort of the thick grass lifts her heart and head to continue on her journey. Helios’ journeys to the West, but there’s still a warmth and light within the angel. And that’s when she clearly discovers…

…When others’ flames are extinguished, hers will just be more ablaze. When others’ become cold, hers will keep the warmth within’. God gave her this strength for a reason, a sacred reason. She just prays it doesn’t become unbearable where she cannot save one’s soul. Where art thou her guardian to balance the barrier?! She shall remain searching.

(To Be Continued…)

©H.M. Gautsch


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