Silver
Isolde, rolling over in bed, tried her best to recall the things that had moved through her thoughts, her spirit, at such a break neck speed. In a way she felt violated, but mostly she knew she needed to get back to wherever it was the shimmering thing, the angel, Silver, whatever, had taken her; and it had taken her somewhere… somewhere inside herself perhaps, but somewhere just the same.
Ewen would never understand. Her parents, although their brains were considerably fried from too many drugs in the sixties, might. Still, Isolde was alone now, and although that frightened her considerably, it allowed her the freedom to think more clearly. She might not be able to explain it clearly, but at least she could take comfort in the idea that their was something to explain.
Isolde always knew that dreams meant something; and visions; and feelings. Her parents had let her in on these things too. The world was not meant to be seen through a single pair of eyes, yet so many people fought for that stance … many people in this town; and Ewen.
No, she couldn’t stay here. Starting tomorrow, starting right now, things would change. She was not like anyone she knew and that both startled and excited her.
And Isolde slipped through her darkness toward something; and she was positive that Silver would be waiting for her there.
6
They gathered around him and closed their eyes; and waited—plaintive faces flickering in the dark like dour candles—a candelabra of hopes and fears.
They believed in him; they always have… but the world was no better of a state then when he came among them and in many ways it was worse. He tried to show them that deep within the darkness, the chaos and themselves their was something worth the trip, but their optimism was not as polished as his own; after all, he was celestial… or at least as close to pure being as any human had ever been.
Silver’s mother had been all angel; one-hundred percent, certified. He mentioned her from time to time. She was pure light, pure energy and someday he would like to get back to her; back to them all. But he was seeking something first; an answer to a question that plagued the human side of his thoughts.
His mother had come here, to earth, seeking information. She had disguised herself as one of them in order to walk among them. She never mentioned to him exactly what it was she had been seeking; there were a number of things angels sought among humans. Perhaps she’d been recruiting; or maybe she’d come down to salvage what was left of all the holy relics; grail, ark, etc… Or maybe she simply wanted to observe humans, which was a fairly common desire; humanity, being far from perfect, taught the angels about chaos.
And she loved perfectly because that was the gift of the angels; a gift so easily taken advantage of.
Silver’s mother never mentioned to him the details of how the human went about raping her, but she never really needed to; the pure light of her form had dimmed considerably. It was impossible for her to hate humanity, but she swore that she would never return to their side which was worse by far.
Silver was born shortly after; a being of both flesh and light who understood both love and hate.
