TITLE: Fallen Redemption
I shifted my wings and crossed my legs. I’d been sitting here for almost half an hour, admiring the vibrant flora that surrounded me in heaven’s Garden, but today I couldn’t appreciate the beauty. My Archangel Rehniah was late.
I tapped my fingers against the redwood bench, carved millenniums ago by the Muses. Leaning forward, I peered around an immaculately trimmed bush. Two angels hurried in my direction along the polished gray and white stones, but neither was Rehniah.
She should have been here by now with news of my petition to ascend from the rank of Guardian. A breeze, carrying the scent of jasmine, ruffled the leafy canopy and the white feathers on my wings. Did her tardiness mean good news or bad? I stood, deciding to seek her out.
An angel stalked toward me with hands clenched. The lavender color of her wings proclaimed her a Muse, one of the specialties within the heavenly rank above mine. She hurried by, rustling the pink and purple orchids lining the stonework.
As she passed, her shoulder collided with me. I flapped my wings to regain my balance, searching for something polite but firm to say.
"Apologies," said the Guardian following her. “Yasva was given unpleasant tidings at the Praetorium.” He studied me.
As I returned his scrutiny, a shiver ran down my spine. Why was I so captivated by him? His face was no more handsome than any other angel’s. He was lean, muscled, and taller than me by half a head.