Opening his eyes, all Xanriel could see was white. He turned his head left, then right, but still, nothing but white.
"Well this isn't where I fell asleep..." Xanriel was just about to start searching the white expanse when three men appeared before him. The first two he knew very well. First, there was Miracle, standing there smiling with all the pride a father could muster. Second was Radriel, leader of the Guardian Angels, and he looked... well about as happy as he ever looked, glaring out from under his eyebrows. The third man however, was...
"Hey what's the big idea?" Xanriel asks, walking up to what appears to be himself.
No... that's not me. The resemblance was uncanny, but there were some key differences. This man's eyes were both blue, and he did not suffer the same scar, nor the blindness that plagued Xanriel. His hair was also much longer, reaching down to behind his knees, and his wings were tipped in gold.
"No my son, it is not you." Miracle says, turning and placing his hand on his son's shoulder.
"Whole world revolves around you eh?" Says Radriel, harumphing, "That's the original Master of Light, Chamuel, Angel of Tolerance."
Chamuel smiled, but said nothing, holding his hand out for Xanriel.
Xanriel took his hand, shaking it.
"Original? What do you mean by that?" Xanriel asked Chamuel.
Chamuel frowned and looked to Miracle and Radriel, who grunted a laugh.
"He's an archangel you idiot, you know they take a Vow of Silence," Radriel chuckles, "and you're supposed to be the new Master of Light."
"What?" Xanriel was suprised, he knew his father had given him a taste of that power, but he did not know that he had taken the role on himself, "Is that why I've been driven from the Choir?"
Miracle nodded, frowning slightly, "Yes son, I know you worked hard to make it to the top of the Choir, but the Master of light deserves a higher role, you have become an Archangel, and as such, you have been taken out of the order and have become one of the few angels granted the ability to walk on the earth, a Guardian Angel."
Radriel didn't look happy about the decision, but he nodded his agreement, "and as you've figured out for yourself, you are Sirenes's Guardian, you must protect her at all costs, you have no idea how important she is."
Miracle nods his agreement, putting his arm on his son's shoulder as he turns Xanriel toward what appears to be a flying bed.
"Yes my son, and a pretty catch as well, your mother would be so proud. She was half-nymph too you know, but enough about that, it's time for you to get back."
"A nymph? What are you talking about?" But Xanriel got no answer, as Chamuel, Radriel an Miracle waved him off.
"Remember son, protect her, she's more precious then you know, and I'm sure her father would thank you. You know how angels feel about their children."
Xanriel woke up with a shock, looking around the room.
An angel? He laughed, getting up out of the bed, "I must have heard wrong." He laughed, grabbing his robes and throwing them on. Opening the door, Xanriel searched the hall, heading out toward the stairs, "I wonder where she went anyway?"
