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Chapter 5-7

         Charis followed her feet, one after another, through the icy tunnel. Dazed and a little numb, her mind and heart racing with thoughts and emotions. The team playfully bouncing around her on all sides. Each one spouting off their own ideas and plans all at the same time. Mishal was clamoring about how she was going to learn all she could about humans and put all that information into a genius compilation. “ A field guide to humanity I'll call it.” “It will be so informative they will have no choice but to induct it into the Enochian Library!” She always had impressive imaginings! “Boom! Boom!” shouted Puwt to Ruwb. Charis had no idea what they were talking about, nor at the moment did she need to know. Their loud and excited voices dulled to faint background noise. Earth, they'd accepted a mission to Earth! The big, beautiful, exciting Earth! The large, blue and green Earth! The unknown, foreign and strange Earth! The loud, scary, battle zone, Earth! Oh No! What if she had just signed on for more than she could handle? What if she fails, fails God, fails her team, fails the violet light? What did she know about Earth? Nothing, she knew nothing, she had never been there!
          Until now, she had only defended the 3rd heaven from infiltrators! The fallen were always after one of two possible things. The first is the mysteries of God. The most precious of the knowledge and wisdom of the Creator. The dark forces seek to know anything they can about God's hidden plans and secrets, so they might unravel them. It's said that the dark prince has become obsessed with being wiser than the Father and thus offers a handsome reward to anyone that retrieves information for him. These incentives extend not only to the fallen but the righteous angels as well. Whether its a book , a scrap of scroll or even a single word from the Enochian library, he made impressive reward offers, which no one ever knew if they were true, since his strategies always failed. That is why the library is heavily guarded at all times. That is also why carrying a single message through the 2nd heaven is so perilous. The enemy will try to slow down progress or even detain you if they can. Even a single word from God carries with it powers that could change the course of the universe.
          The second agenda of the enemy is more sinister than the first and rose a righteous indignation in Charis, just at the thought. The second strategy of the rebel was to gain recruits. Yes, they targeted talented, yet meek angels trying to contrive a way to manipulate them into changing sides. However, it had been a very long time since that had happened, as far as Charis knew because the enemy had taken the battle front to the Earth, targeting humans instead. A cold chill crept up Charis' spine..
… Then a warm sensation, starting in her hand, seeped up her arm. She looked down to see Laben's hand firmly gripping her's. When had this happened? She'd been so lost in her own thoughts she hadn't noticed. Her eyes rose to lock on his. “You were dimming out a little bit there”. He smiled deeply and was intently peering back at her. “You know you got this; right? The Lord couldn't have chosen anyone better for the task”. Charis quickly glanced down, a little embarrassed. “Yeah I just want to do a good work”. “And I know you will! We are all behind you”, came Laben's quick response. Hearing that from Laben really meant a lot to Charis, because unlike the rest of the team, Laben had been to Earth before. He rarely spoke of it and all that Charis knew of it, she had gathered from a conversation between some of the Prince Angels. She knew that Laben had been sent to the human named Daniel, whom the Lord was quite fond of, to answer his prayer for his nation. In route, he had been detained for days in the 2nd heaven and eventually, Micheal, himself, went to assist him. After that, Laben had requested he be put on a team and that's how he ended up in their motley crew. Interrupting this memory, Laben playfully yelled out, “What we need now is... a little music!”
         Laben jerked Charis by the hand out into the wide cavern and started doing, what he called his groove thing. Instantly Charis felt the weight of all her worries roll off her shoulders. He's right; the Lord has confidence in her team, so should she! Just takes a little faith she thought, brushing her long hair back over her shoulder, with an air of confidence.
The team laughed and sang and danced and played their instruments late into the night! Exhausted from so much fun, they all huddled around the campfire. Charis felt it was the perfect time to make her speech. Rising to her feet, clearing her throat, and ruffling her feathers to get everyone's attention, she expressed her heart felt feelings for everyone! “I love each and everyone of you so much and I believe us to be the best team ever! Now let's go take care of this violet light with all the passion we can stir up between us!” Everyone started cheering, then hugged and headed off to bed for a good night of rest and sweet dreams.

        Charis landed gently just inside the skyport of Chayah's upstairs bedroom. The plushy purple carpet muting her landing. Snuggled in bed in a sea of animals Chayah was sleeping soundly. Charis appraised her sister as one of the most loving angels she had ever met.
        Charis fluttered to the top of the stairs then took the banister on all fours, leaping into her bed from the landing. “Charis you here?” floated down the stairs in sleepy tones from Chayah. “Yeah, Chayah I'm up, Come on down here”. As soon as she pronounced the last syllable Chayah was instantly teleported to her bedside. It was a darling sight, there stood Chayah covered horn to toe in a white and purple unicorn themed onesie, unicorn slippers, shrouded in a unicorn blanket, and firmly grasping a unicorn stuffed animal by the leg. With one wing Charis lifted up the covers, “Climb on in, just watch the horn”, Chayah let out a squeal of joy as she bounded in, gave a little knee buck, settling into a ball with her face pressed into Charis' chest. Charis tucked the covers and her wing around the little philly as she asked “ I expected you to come by the cave. Can you believe the team is headed to Earth?” “I know, I always knew you were going to do great things, Charis! I'm really not too surprised.” Chayah responded looking up smiling. “Yeah , that's what I keep hearing” Charis thought about how Chayah always seemed so sure that everything that happened was always meant to be. Charis admired her trust and peace in the will of the Father. “So where were you, though? I tried you on the Halo a million times?”, “Oh yeah, well I was, I was with Uriel. He needed help with something... it took longer than I thought. But I'll be there in the morning when the team receives their message, to wish you all a blessed journey. I had to turn my Halo off to pay attention to Uriel.” “Haha, yeah your probably right about that!” “Goodnight Charis” “Goodnight Chayah, I'm gonna miss you while I'm gone.” “ Aww, I'll be seeing you soon.”
Charis chuckled thinking of Uriel. He was quite possibly the hardest of the Prince angels to follow in conversation. His manner of speaking was always in riddles, mysteries, and half-thoughts at best, or so it seemed to Charis. She thought of the last conversation they'd had on the day of Chayah's orientation at the Unicorn encampment..
Why hello Charis and Chayah! You two are here, very special, very special indeed. Always a pleasure, at least up until now, mostly always I hope.”
To himself, “Not hope, I know”
Yes, Hello Uriel” Chayah cheerfully responded. Charis just nodded.
I see many things in the souls of you pair. Many things.....” Then he just stared for what felt like eternity.
Charis grew impatient while Chayah simply returned the intent look.
Yeah, well, we better continue looking around the place...” Charis tried to move on.
Just one moment..” To himself, “or should I say?...hmm... yes I see....” Back to the girls, “Yes, I feel I should tell you, a three strand cord, love rules, just let go .”
They paused wondering if there was more, there wasn't. “Wow, good advise, good talk” Charis now with her hands on Chayah's shoulders trying to turn her to move forward Chayah still intently staring into Uriel's eyes.
When the time comes Chayah you will know what you must do” To himself, “She will know, they both will know. Won't they? Of course they will”
Yep, we will” Charis piped in quickly. “Good bye Uriel” Chayah finally spoke.
Goodbye, I look forward to our next talk Charis.” Uriel commented, finally breaking his trance-like stare.
Yes, me too.” Charis turned and the girls headed off.
I'll remember you said so. Or will I ? Yes I will.” Uriel's voice fading from behind her.

Charis mused in her bed that night exactly what Uriel's words had meant and when they would speak again, as of yet they hadn't. Deep and peaceful breathing rose from under the covers, Chayah was already deeply dreaming. Love ya Sis and thank you Father for everyone in my life , were Charis' final thoughts that evening.

           The sun has past through the 3rd portal some time ago. Surely its late enough now. She'd been waiting for what felt like eternity. The plan will work, it's got too. She'd been over it in her mind a thousand times. Guard change, around the back, through the side entrance, down the hall, up the stairs, open the drawer, get the key, unlock the gate, the last case, the last shelf, the last book, then straight out the way you came. Whew , you can do this she thought,you've got to. In and out, quick and easy. The back, the hall , the stairs, the drawer, the key, the book, the back, the hall , the stairs, the drawer, the key, the book... it had became a mantra to pass the uncomfortable wait.
           Its time, slipping on the black backpack she straightened her hooded sweater and slid out into the cloak of night. Only the sound of her padded feet in the crisp air. Scurrying up to the back entrance , the knob was hard to turn, sticky, then 'Pop!', finally the latch gave way and a loud screech proceeded from the heavy iron hinges. Oil anyone, the sarcastic thought flashed through her head, she paused straining to hear even the slightest sound of detection of her presence. Sure that it was safe to proceed she pushed a rock into the jamb of door and slipped inside, coming out would be easier then getting in.
Quickly she skip stepped down the hall to the stairs. She couldn't help but stare up at the ceiling which glowed majestically in the light of night , a thousand twinkling lights , a myriad of stars blanketed the roof. The entire story of all time, of every life, is said to be encoded into those patterns. Beautiful! No, she must keep going! She set to take the steps however with every step up it seemed her foot slipped off one and back to the step below, Geez, did they ever get tired of waxing these steps, someone could really get hurt on this slippery obstacle course! Finally! The top... Pressed against the wall she circumvented the room to until she was behind the desk. The desk drawer flew open with surprising ease and banged loudly against its built-in stoppers, the entire contents tangled into a mess of items at the front of the drawer. Argh, she scuffled through the contents recklessly once, then twice; papers, ink, quills, stamps, no key! No key! It's not here , shocked and confused she just stood there a moment, fighting the impulse to just flee she tried to think. At a loss she resigned to just give up , turning to bolt back down the stairs one step into her flight , a glint! The light reflected directly into her eye, the key! Hanging on a hook a single beam of moonlight illuminating the object she so desired! Yes!
           Two steps and she was there, an elegant pirouette and she was attempting to slide the key into the cast iron gate. After several shaky trial runs the key finally aligned to the lock and slid in. The gate scissored open in a loud crash, no matter she would simply leave it as it was , key and all , no need to cover her tracks she would be gone before anyone would be around to discover it. Last case, last shelf, last book … She squatted at the last case and slid her fingers frantically over every binding on the last shelf until they rested on the final book. She tugged with her fingers then hardly with both hands , What! What is keeping this book in here!?! The shelf was packed tight, at last, the book sprung free with the pressure of the other books propelling it into her chest knocking her onto her bottom under a cascade of books with the book falling open into her lap, the large handwritten letters beaming up at her. This is it!! An alarming feeling of how sacred the writing was struck her senses for moment she quickly gathered herself and the book. Shoving the book into her backpack she focused on making an extremely swift exit!
          At a full run she escaped the private room , the office and was rounding the corner down the stairs, whoops! A misstep and she was on her back, the book in her backpack acting like a sled she flurried down the entire flight of stairs, commencing the unplanned maneuver at the bottom of the stairs, Well that was certainly fast! She took the hall in fewer steps than she thought possible and burst out the back door, the hinges letting out a sound similar to a crying cat and swinging back so forcefully the door shot the rock out of the jamb and pinged loudly off the window in the next door building which instantaneously shattered. Not good! She grimaced at the latest turn of events, “Hey You! Hey Stop!” the guards full voice rang through the air as he surged toward her, She burst forward away from him with a speed that surprised even herself , with the sound of her own feet pounding in her head she glanced behind to see the guard had stopped, no time to wonder why as she disappeared into the night.... 

           Beep! Beep! Beep! Violet Vanderbilt's alarm sounded at precisely 6 o'clock am, like it did every morning. One arm shot out from the covers and gently pressed the alarm button to off. Violet awoke with an alarming thought on her mind as well as the alarming sound in her ear ... another dream! Soaked in sweat, she sat up and swung her legs off the side of the bed. Her toes felt good pressed against the cold floor. The dream now just a fleeting jumble of places, faces, feathers and fright that could not, would not, align itself with logical reasoning, sporadically, dancing through her mind's eye. Violet's mom, Carrie, was one of those faces. She had just simply vanished about two years earlier. The local consensus was she had left Violet and her dad, that the cheese had slid off her cracker; her train had jumped the tracks. Violet's mom had become known as 'Crazy Carrie' who often spouted off rants about other realms and mysterious beings. The locals seemed relieved not be subject to her wild imaginings, anymore. However, Violet missed her mom more than she ever let on to anyone. The last thing Violet could remember her mom saying to her was that she was loved and that she was never alone and that they were always watching over them. Running her fingers through her hair, Violet held one image from the dream in her thoughts, a golden piece of paper, parchment maybe, writing, words? … who knows ...the importance of it seemed to fade as her conscious mind became more alert.
          Violet dressed in her jogging suit, a pair of worn out sweats and turtleneck, with a vest over top; laced up her running shoes as was her usual routine. Being as quiet as possible, she tip-toed down stairs and into the kitchen. The early morning sun was still warming up the place and was casting enough light to reveal the kitchen was in a total state of chaos. Dad must have been working late last night, Violet thought. Ever since Violet's mom disappeared, her father had thrown himself into his work. She reached out to grab the coffee pot. Startled by her dad's voice, “No! Do not drink that! It's not coffee!” Suddenly Violet's dad, the once illustrious physicist, Dr. Perry Vanderbilt, clumsily clanged through the basement door next to the flight of stairs going up to the second level. Violet thought to herself, well his mind may be slipping but he has the ears of a bat to hear the coffee pot from down there. “Vi , I may have unraveled a mystery of the universe! The secret to life itself !” the wild eyed Dr. Perry announced. “And its in our coffee pot?” Violet quipped as she peered in at the blackish goo that surely was going to be impossible to remove from the pot. “Well, yes , yes it is, it is in our pot that is for brewing the substance coffee. This could very well be the elixir of life, the key to immortality!” A single bubble managed to force its way out of the black tar and putter out into the atmosphere thankful to have found it's freedom. “I see” Violet muttered leaning her head away from the pot wondering if she should be holding her breath. “I'm sorry about the pot. My Bunsen burner decided it did not want to go on this world changing expedition and gave up on me last night. I will retrieve a new one today”. “Better grab a coffee pot as well” Violet added as she turned the pot over and marveled at how the substance seemed completely unaffected by gravity. “Careful! I must run some tests on this immediately Vi”. Dr. Perry grabbed the pot and headed back down the stairs. “Have a great run”, he hollered up from his murky, odd smelling, make-shift basement lab. “Will do Dad, love ya”. Amused at her father, Violet gently shook her head. Oh wait! Her mp3 player, Whew, disaster averted. That could have seriously thrown off the rhythm of her day!
           After retrieving her music player, she slipped out the door from the kitchen into the backyard. Oh how she loved the early morning. A light fog covered the ground, the grass and the leaves with droplets of dew. In the far corner there was a small break in the bushes that perimetered the yard and let way to the trail through the forest behind the houses of her neighborhood. Violet had been running the trail for years now. It started the morning of her mother's disappearance. Vi had been sure her mom had just gotten turned around out in the forest and that she'd see her standing just around the next turn. Although that was never the case, it seemed Violet could still feel her out here, some times, and it comforted her. The forest was her and her mom's place. They would walk and talk as they explored every plant and animal that crossed their path. Violet's mom would explain to her how God had created every living thing so perfectly and that was the proof, for her, He was real. Nothing so perfect could happen by accident. The Vanderbilt's never talked of God anymore. Once when Violet brought up the subject, her father exclaimed that God did not exist, that science could explain everything, that God confused her mom and ruined her life and sanity. Violet never brought up the subject again.
         Violet cranked up her MP3 player and let the music drown out her heavy thoughts this morning. Music felt like her life line, a way to sort through feelings that didn't have names to them. Kind of a way of praying that didn't require words. Off she ran.
         Later that evening, Violet found herself just wrapping up the kitchen cleaning. She'd spent the better part of the day scrubbing everything down. She was just going to sweep the floor, then head off to her room to have dinner alone. Dr. Perry was sound asleep on the couch and the black cauldron of magic goop was deposited into the trash. I guess it wasn't the substance containing the mystery of immortality after all. As Violet swept around the oven, a small piece of gold chain stretched out from under the adjustable oven foot. She prodded at it with the broom. It didn't sweep free. Now down on her hands and knees, Violet tugged at the chain. It was very snugly wound and caught on something Violet couldn’t quite see. Finally, after some effort and dappling in the stickiness, the chain slid free. There in Violets hand was a sleek gold chain with a diamond angel pendent on it. With a sudden remembrance, Violet saw her mom's face from her dream flash before her. In the dream she had been wearing this necklace, although Violet had never seen her wear it or even have it in real life. How could this be? “What ya doing down there?” Violet's dad asked from the other side of the kitchen island. Startled Violet quickly clamped her hand over the necklace and shoved it into her pocket. “Nothing Dad... umm just thought I saw; umm heard something”. “ Heard something? Like a rat !! ?!!”, Dr. Perry's eyes bulged. He did not like rats. “I swear I'm getting an exterminator out here first thing tomorrow morning!” Violet's dad was soon hunkered down with his headlamp on peering under the oven , then the couch, then everywhere else. “I will find this rat! The nasty thing will not contaminate my experiments!” he sounded absolute. “Yeah well, good luck with that,..I'm...I'm going to bed. See ya in the morning” Violet sputtered as she hustled up the stairs.
          Safely behind her closed door, Violet fell onto her bed and pulled the necklace from her pocket. She held it up in the air above her and watched it spin, clockwise then counter-clockwise. She pondered the necklace, the dream, the …. last two years. With a sign Violet gripped the necklace's tiny angel in her hand, pressed it to her heart and for the first time in a long time she prayed... "Father, Who is in Heaven, if you're there... really there... " , yeah because the all powerful ruler of the universe has time to listen to a confused teen … who …who... , "if you're there, send me an angel to help me. I don't know who I am or where I fit". Violet slowly opened her eyes and felt , well, ... a feeling of peace as she drifted off to sleep and for just a moment she thought she could hear the faint sound of singing.

Chapter 4

    Puwt and Ruwb came in for a rough landing, all feet over wings that ended in a heap of feathers, dust, and then intense laughter. It happens so often that Mishal and Chayah simply leapt over them not even pausing their conversation. These two were inseparable. When they were together the chatter never stopped. Mishal was delighted to pick Chayah's brain about the Cherubim that tend the Unicorns and Chayah was equally happy to talk about Unicorns all day and night!
    Eiry also side-stepped the tangled ball of boys and muttered, "I saw that coming," with a smirk on his face. Laben volunteered to hoist the boys up and attempted to flatten out their bristled feathers and wipe off the dust. Puwt and Ruwb, back on their feet, wrapped their arms over each others shoulders and trudged off laughing all the way up the steps. Laben was shaking his head as he followed close behind them.
Charis, still a little overcome with emotion, paused to feel the awe-striking majesty of this place. Recovering her dignity, she followed her team up the steps.
    The Throne Room of God was more than a place; it felt like the very heartbeat of the universes, but also as comfortable as your own living room. The kick off your shoes, stay awhile feeling of home, with all the peace that implies. It was always a delight to all the senses.   Beyond the sights there was always this amazing smell. Charis didn't change her clothes for days after being here because the smell lingered in them.
    The Throne Room was ever changing, as soon as God had one idea and designed it, He'd immediately have another brilliant idea and the room would appear completely new and exciting, every time she visited Him. He loves variety. Since, the time, the 'one whom Jesus loved' had visited, it had been changed maybe a million times. Gladly God had forsaken the psychedelic shag carpeting of a few decades ago. Shag plus wings plus celestial energy produced one thing in abundance- static cling! Every angel that came and went out of the Throne, in those days, entered looking one way and exited with an entirely new hair style. Mostly standing straight up! The angelic force was so strong upon the Earth it gave rise to a fashion among the humans that involved loads of hairspray and hair gel. With the Father's sense of humor, it left one to wonder if it was intentional.
    As Charis entered the room this particular morning, however, the Throne Room was striking, absolutely magnificent. Cathedral style pillars rose from floor to ceiling with theatre style chairs encircling the entire room. An enormous round stained glass window with crown molding was centered above and the floor below that was polished so that it looked as though it were not even there at all. The River of Life bubbled out of the center and flowed out in every direction, washing the feet of all who tread upon this Holy ground. Intense, Charis thought, the Lord is in an exceptional mood for sure.  Most of the Angels were mesmerized by the thunders and lightening that seemed to come directly out from the Throne itself, which sat a little off to the side but directly on the polished floor.
    The Angels assembled themselves in the circles and rows of chairs. As each section of the celestial choir sat down, a color of light shown upon them. First, the Seraphim, 'the fiery ones', a dark red shine appeared. Then, the Cherubim, 'record keepers', the Thrones, 'the many eyed ones', Dominions, 'the teachers', and the Virtues, 'workers of miracles'; orange, yellow, lime green and a darker green, shimmered; respectively. Next came the Powers, 'the enforcers' and the Principalities, 'guardians of cities and nations'; light blue and dark blue, glimmerings were cast around the room. Lastly, the Arch-Angels and the rest of the Angels; purple and violet, arrayed the vast expanse. We were the last ring, not because God thought less of us as the Rebellion had suggested, but because we were closest to the Earth. Helping mankind was our mission. Each of the Angel teams sat behind their Arch-Angel leader.  We stood behind Micheal. The protector of the elect of God! Charis quickly looked for Chayah behind Uriel, the Arch-Angel, who kept safe the mysteries of God. This was where all the pre-team Angels gathered because it was, after-all, still a mystery of God where they'd end up in the cosmos. Charis gave her a sisterly wave and Chayah shot one back and a broad smile. Chayah looked as wide eyed with excitement as Uriel, himself.
    The thunders and lightening quieted as the last of the host settled into their respective places, and absolute silence embraced everyone, as the King entered. With the raise of His hand, the floor began to shift, it evolved from a blur beneath into absolute focus. A surprised gasp arose from every living creature at witnessing that the Throne had grown exceedingly close to the Earth.  You could see clearly the continents. Every millennia, every century, every decade, year, season, day, and moment, the Kingdom grew ever closer to the Earth. It was so close now Charis could hardly believe it! The entire host broke out into cheers and shouts of joy at the sight! The kingdom of God was on the verge of reconciling all things to itself.  Very soon they would all live in harmony on an everlasting Earth with, all the sons and daughters of God, as one royal kingdom! 
    The dark angels were weakening. Their kingdom found itself in a predicament, flanked on either side, wedged between the 2nd and 3rd heavens and the Earth below. Our High Priest had taken the Earth for heaven and now the dark ones were not only cast from the heavens but were cast from the Earth, as more believers matured into their authority. The light shining from both sides had them pinned down in the few remaining dark areas, where they shirked from the light. Their power diminished almost completely!
    The scene through the floor started to take some shape. What all eyes were observing was like rays of sun, piercing through rain clouds. Shafts of color shooting through in beams from the Earth to the Heavens as numerous as the stars or the sands of the sea. Millions of lights shinning, with varying degrees of strength, some large and some small, all in a unique shade of amazing color.
    Charis found herself drawn to a light that was flickering, lighting, then waning, then waxing; but the violet color was so beautiful she longed for it to shine brighter and longer, as she pressed in for a closer look. Just then, Gabriel blew his trumpet in a soprano tone and at the last of the resounding note, a symphony of voices sounded through the floor. They came from every direction, swirling through the room and into the ear drums of every angel present. Bits of audio sound bites, voices calling, praising, asking, commanding, singing, myriads of prayers with the harmony of one thought, "Your Kingdom come, Your Will is done!" Once again a cheer erupted from the heavenly host. They are calling for us, for God, for our kingdoms to merge! Charis was so moved, a tear tickled the edge of her eye, and she cheered out of joy, elation, acceptance, love, came from the very depth of her heart and she sang a Hallelujah!  Other's followed her in song and a chorus of hallelujah rang out from the angels and surprisingly from the Earth below, too, came a resounding "Hallelujah!" We were hearing, "King of kings and Lord of lords!” Holy Spirit was beaming out a smile that went from ear to ear!His work with humanity had changed almost every attribute of life that lived upon this planet which He was assigned to perfect!  The lights from below burned brighter and the faces of the Angels were illuminated as they looked down. The voices again began to ring out their prayers, their supplications and their praise!
    Angel team leaders began to call out to be assigned to the voice they felt compelled to answer.  That one, this one!  We can help there! Send us to them! We volunteer! As Charis looked around, to the left and to the right they were all getting assigned; the Lord agreeing to their requests with a nod and a dismissing wave of His hand, teams exiting to prepare. Charis focused back down on the floor.  She searched and strained and scanned for the violet light. Nowhere, it was nowhere! She scanned harder almost frantically. Where is it? Oh please... just then it flickered and the sound came clear and the background noise faded, and she heard "Father who is in Heaven, if your there... really there..." it dimmed- then grew brighter, "if your there send me an angel to help me.  I don't know who I am or where I fit." Charis burst out, "That one! Send us!" Surprised by her own boisterous shout, Charis glanced back at her team, their faces all smiling and nodding in support and agreement. At that Charis turned back to the Lord, who was now staring directly into her eyes. For a moment it felt like, only she and He were in the room! He smiled, He nodded, He said, "It is good" and dismissed her with a wave of His hand.
    Charis turned to her team; they all reached out for each others hands forming a circle, as Thunder clapped loudly.  Instantly they were all teleported to the icy ledge of the cave.

Chapters 1-3

 The sun had scarcely risen, she could feel the shafts of light
 as they concentrated on her white wings in rainbow colors through her 
sheer curtains. Charis adored waking up slowly; to stretch from the top
 of her head to the tip of her tail feathers. She loved the expansive of
 her round queen bed.
 ““Ah! Oh no! I'm late!””, she gasped. Springing from her bed into
 full flight, she vaulted only to be pulled immediately back into bed.  
 Oops, she was tangled in the cord of her headphones! The Halo 3000,
 gold trimmed , fully surround sound, acoustically perfect, latest 
edition Halo, to be more specific. Huh, seems like part of me didn't
 wanna leave , she mused. Of all the things Charis held near and dear
 music was the pinnacle, other than participating in evolving the world
 and doing it with flare, of course!
 The second attempt, after some apt de-weaving, was successful. 
She would commonly use her virtue of faith, what most of mankind simply 
called magic. The virtue of faith was done with focus and three snaps
 of her sparkling fingers; however sometimes its easier to just do it 
the old fashion way- with her actual fingers, as faith can work in 
mysterious ways- ways unexpected! Being there was no time for unexpected
 fun it seemed the best election.
 Today was a day she always anticipated- Re-assignment Day. There
's something so exhilarating for Charis about getting a new task! She 
enjoyed putting her mind to new undertakings and following the trail 
that the Master Father always left behind, like a scavenger hunt of clue
s, promptings and visions that culminated in a serendipitous perfection.
 Due to the determination she possessed of always bringing missions to
 completion, her team was a premier pick among the Angel teams by the 
Master of All.
 Without placing the sole of her foot to the ground, in hyper 
light-speed, she was in and out of her closet fully dressed. Apparel 
among the Angels was more widely diversified, than on Earth. After all,
 humans were, for the most part all shaped nearly the same. Angels, 
however, could be human shaped, if fitting the occasion, though also 
have a variety of animal adaptions. Each in their own uniquely creative
 mash-up that befit their persona. Charis, herself, had grand, fully 
feathered wings; when she was feeling content and peaceful. Although, if
 her mood changed so did the wings, ranging all the way to fierce dragon
 wings. She also had a feathery tail that resembled that of a bird, but
 behaved more like that of  a cat's and sometimes seemed to have a mind
 of it's own altogether. Charis had clothed herself in a white tank-top
 with low back, for the wings, simple blue jeans, with the addition of
 black, laced combat boots. 
 Ready for the entire population of Heaven and Earth, Charis 
grabbed her travel sack, darted up the stairs,  and was about to 
dispatch from the open sky-port, that was located in her sisters 
upstair's bedroom ....” “Wait!” ” she uttered, ““my headphones!”” Whew
disaster averted. That could have seriously thrown off the rhythm of 
her day!
 Back at the sky-port window, Halo retrieved, she was struck by 
the sights and sounds of a bustling heaven, a perfect machine of beings
 all working together, each completely different but all working for the
 same goals, a perfect society of love, wisdom, and goodness for all 
members of the light force that helped carry out the plans of the Father.
 It was their highest worship, Charis included!
 Charis scanned Chayah's room for her little sister.  It always 
took a thorough scan as Chayah could easily be missed amongst her large
 and ever growing collection of stuffed replicas of animals. Not 
surprising, Chayah was already gone for the day. Chayah has been the 
Unicorn caretaker for ages now. An appointment Charis was infinity happy 
that Chayah enjoyed, but Charis herself was, let's just say, not good at.
 Unicorns, it would seem, had little tolerance for her cat-like mischievous
 antics and element of surprise! 
 A memory crossed Charis' mind that brought out a chuckle.
 Once, when Charis was delivering Chayah a message, she had thought it 
would be fun to stalk in the tree above her sister and at exactly the 
right moment drop in front of her, spread her wings and tail as wide as 
possible and exclaim “Boo!” The plan was perfectly executed and Chayah's 
reaction of utter shock was exactly what Charis had anticipated. What 
happened next, however, Charis had not anticipated.  Every single Unicorn
 jerked up their head, reared, neighed and scattered at a full gallop in
 every direction of Heaven.  Some running all the way to the first heaven,
 Earth. They called it “The Great Stampede”.  It took all day and night and
 a formidable amount of volunteers, one of which was Charis, to soothe the
 horses back to their grazing land. The only way to soothe a Unicorn was
 through song, which was one of Chayah's greatest gifts.  She had one of
 the most rare and on tune voices in all the Heavens. 
 Charis chuckled a little more remembering Chayah admonishing her
 after the incident. Her round face, wispy blonde curls bouncing as she 
crossed her arms and tapped her foot wildly like a rabbit notifying his
 fellows in a burrow below.  Her round brown eyes and stubby horn pointed
 up directly at her sister. Charis was quite a bit taller than Chayah and
 shrugged with the glint of a sparkle in her greens eyes. Chayah couldn't
 help but crack a smile.  Inside; Chayah loved the unexpected 
entertainment Charis always provided. In Heaven your innermost thoughts 
and feelings are revealed to each other by light emanating from one's 
soul, and Charis could always see Chayah's great love for her, and her 
love for Chayah was returned.  So Unicorns may not be my cup of tea
Charis thought. That is precisely why she'd been assigned to the dragon
 keep, in her elementary training. 
 Now there's where the fun is at! Some of Charis' best battle
 moves and sneak attacks had been learned there. Aww, the good days, 
Charis reminisced. Most of all, she missed the mauling, the chewing and
 basically the rough housing. Leviathan's love to maul heads and limbs.
 However, she was glad that her mom, in a sneak attack style of her own,
 had stopped constantly ambush spraying her with air-freshener and 
muttering about the smell of smoke. The best thing about her time at the
 dragon keep, besides the dragons themselves, was the abandoned dragon 
egg hatchery Charis had discovered nestled in the snowy mountain range 
of the North. She and her team have used it for their special rendezvous
 point for a millenia. In fact, that was exactly where Charis was headed
 this particular morning to meet her cohort, as was their custom on 
re-assignment day. They liked to enter the throne room as a company! 
 Sliding down her flight goggles, tossing her Halo into the air,
 which perfectly settled circumferencing her head, she only had to think
 of her favorite song for the Halo to start playing it. She crouched 
down and sprang straight up into the air in an impressive display of 
strength, then arched her back into a swan dive, plummeting straight 
down until the last possible second, arched up just enough to catch the
 wind and soar off through the open sky in an equally impressive display
 of agility. With a quick glance of appreciation at the home that 
represented family to her, being angels don't actually have family in 
the way its done on Earth they do similarly have groups because the 
Father knows the proximity and support from your fellow beings is 
paramount to true love, she set off toward the North. The glow of the 
Throne to her right side and a breeze of celestial chorus providing the
 wind beneath her wings, she pressed forth. 
 Charis withdrew from the city over the 12th gate and caught a
 portal wind toward the cold frosty mountain. Moments later she landed
 gracefully on an outcropping of rock at the mouth of a cave nearly 
completely obscured by icicles. She could tell the entire team was 
assembled just inside from the sound of voices echoing out of the mouth
 of the cave.  By the pitch they were engaged in a very interesting 
conversation! Charis took a moment to thank the Father for her friends;
 the affection she felt for them was ever glowing inside of her! 
        After the cave opening, a short tunnel led to a wide cavern that
 was actually the center of an inactive volcano.  It was lit by the 
volcanoes opening directly above them. The column-like shaft was filled
 with industrial steel cat-walks and scaffolding, once part of an 
elaborate dragon egg hatching operation, used up until the lava cooled
 and formed into a glossy black obsidian that veined through the walls.
 Inside there were trees and waterfalls; an underground world, really.
 In the center was a dragon nest made from golden amber. Bits of smoke
 were rising from a burning fire where the team awaited Charis' arrival.
       The moment Charis stepped out into the cavern,
 Mishal was at her side fluttering in a frenzy of 
excitement. “ “Your here!, Excellent! According to my
 watches you're a little late, 26 minutes and 6 seconds
 Earth time. However, no worries, there's exciting 
news spreading through the Heavens”,” she rapidly 
exclaimed. Mishal is our logistics expert, everything
 involved with punctuality,timing, and coordinating
 was her specialty. She kept things right in the 
time-space continuum and the cosmic time line during 
their missions. She had the privilege of access to the
 River of Time as well, though the team had never used 
it as of yet. She was the intelligence officer and 
considered herself the most “in-the-know” Angel in Heaven. Her small frame,
 mouse shaped ears, black glasses and infinite linguistical curiosity
 was perfect for fettering out all things mysterious.
“I know something you all don't know”” she continued.
“Yes so we have heard- for the last
                      26 minutes””, interrupted Puwt. 
                      ““And 6 seconds”” added Ruwb. 

     Puwt and Ruwb are the teams demolition experts.
 There's a time to build and a time to tear down was
 their motto, and if there's something you need torn
 down these are the guys. They had helped the team 
out of some tight spots before and as Charis had 
heard toppled some kingdoms of darkness in the past. They were almost 
mirror images of each other, except for Puwt's red hair to Ruwb's black
 frock.  They were both tall and stocky with wide shoulders, big hands
 and feet and bulldog essences.
“So tell us now Mishal, we're all here.” a steady 
voice spoke from the fire in the middle of the cavern.
 There Laben was knelt down breaking and throwing 
small sticks into the fire, his face lit up in the 
glow of its warmth. Which was the perfect word to 
describe Laben- warmth. He was Charis' right hand. 
 He literally fostered the heart of a lion, with all
 the bravery, strength and dignity that implied. His 
steady calm, yet authoritative voice, always brought 
Charis comfort in even the most perilous of 
situations, and they'd had a few. 
 ““Well, yes, I just wanted to wait until we were
 all here”,” Mishal tweeted. “Very well, that's 
considerate.” Charis responded, “I'm all ears,” 
but no sooner had the words came out, Charis 
noticed Chayah trotting up from the rear. “Why 
hello! What are you doing here, Sis? Swinging by
 to check out the lair? If you're getting bored 
over there in the grassland, I could come by and
 stir things up a bit!” Charis joked. “Ha! Funny,
 your a funny one”” Chayah replied.  “Actually
 Mishal hacked my Halo with an urgent message to
 meet here.””

Charis' eyebrows rose as her eyes settled back on Mishal. “Yes, correct,
 I thought Chayah should be in attendance as well.” Mishal affirmed.  
“And so..”  prodded Ruwb. 
“O.K, O.K.” Mishal began, clearing her throat and letting her hands 
float in the air just under her chin, “There's something BIG happening 
“Argh! Of course  there is , its re-assignment day!”” Puwt exclaimed 
““No, no its BIGGER than that,”” Mishal reiterated. ““I saw the 7 
arch-angels assembling at the Throne today as the sun rose through the
 first portal!””
“What!” burst Ruwb, “The 7 haven't assembled in nearly 2000 Earth years!
 Are you sure that's what you saw? Maybe you had a dream from being 
exhausted with too much study?””
 “She's right!””confirmed a voice from above. It was 
Eiry who'd been silently perched high in the rafters 
until now. Eiry is the watchmen, their rear guard. 
With his hawk like gaze Eiry saw everything well
 before the others. Because of him the team had never
been entrapped by a surprise attack.  You could always
 trust him to be keeping an eye on all directions. 
He, also, carried Uriel's light with him so he was 
usually the first in on any mission.  With Charis' 
cat-like playfulness she had made one of her eternal 
goals to sneak up on Eiry, just once! So far no 
success, though that hadn't stopped her from trying! 
Eiry rounded off their 6 unit team. All perfected teams had 7 units, but
 Charis thought they had gotten by with just the 6 of them. Besides, you
 couldn't make things happen before their time, if there was a 7th out 
there they would just have to wait for the Master to reveal the 
pre-destined one. 
"I saw the seven on their chariots of fire and accompaniment coming in 
from all 12 gates of the city this morning." Eiry continued, "and not 
just that, but it seems all angels and guardian angels were traveling 
from their posts.  The entire heavenly hosts are going to be at the 
assembly today, all nine choruses.””
Hmmmm, curious, very curious, thought Charis silently.
 Surveying the faces of all present, they were all 
thinking intently on what the meaning could be. Charis
' team loves a good mystery! 
““What do you think it means ?”” Chayah asked looking up
 at Charis searching her expression for clues.
“ “I guess we'll find out soon enough.”” Charis answered; 
already lost to her imagining and possible deductions. 

        The team took off from the cave and set out toward the Throne in
 a V formation. Their faces absorbing the heavenly radiating light of 
love. It was running through each of their celestial bodies, powering 
them from head to tail. There certainly was something extra-ordinary 
happening today. The entire collective of angels was pulsing out a
 particularly strong feeling of grandeur that was hard to put into words.
 As they skimmed over the city, it tingled deep inside Charis and 
sparked in her memory the sensation of one of the most sacred phenomenon!
 The story of the Great Lord; Son of the Most High! 
Not long ago, all heaven sat silently, peering anxiously through the 
crystal clear glass floor of the Throne room an the Son of God was 
finishing the greatest work any of them had seen completed; ever. With 
the strike of a whip, the Lord was scourged. Micheal jumped, prepared to
 bring the full weight of his chaos upon those who dared to touch his 
King. It took a total of three legion, to hold back the “Prince of the 
First Rank” as he strained against them.  We all knew the power of 
Micheal was a force to be reckoned with, and a love so deep it was 
humbling. Micheal was beyond amazing to Charis. She held a deep 
admiration for him as she aspired to lead her team as well as him lead 
the Army of the Lord. It was impossible for her to stop watching him.
The Father had told us to watch but nothing else. As the Son of God hung
 upon the wood beams; rejected, he refused the sponge of human tonic,
 meant to ease His pain. This also signified to the Angels that, to save
 man; Christ was going to fulfill this a man. At this 
Micheal dropped to his knees, the fight had left him and he sat upon his
 knees; hands and forehead pressed to the floor below.  Eyes glue to the
 unfolding scene. There, the inherit power of Christ's love was building
 and building, with each step of progressive torture. It grew so thick, 
and heavy, and powerful, it felt as though it was uncontainable. Every 
drop of that love was building up in the Holy of Holies. ““It is finished”!”
 Christ proclaimed, as He released His soul! There was collective exhale 
from every living creature that felt like it lasted an eternity. It was
the Father; who broke the silence, “ “I break this day My old covenant 
with man! I instate a New and everlasting one!  Go, slice the veil.”” He
 commanded.  Instantly, like race horses bursting through gates, the 
Angels of the highest rank, shot through the heavens, with such force, 
it shook the Earth below and created a booming thunderous sound. With 
one slash of the heavenly sword the veil that contained all that God is,
 all of Christ's tremendous love, that had swelled like a balloon; burst
 open! The Lord had come out of the Holy place and dwelt with man!
It felt like a tidal wave, that all creation felt.  We all became coated
 with it. Charis could feel her heart was stretched or up-graded with the
 quality of Christ's love; unconquered.  A New Covenant was made!  Not
 one that depended upon your adherence to rules and laws but one based
 on love!  How much love God loved all creation with!
Micheal, the General, Leader of the 4th Heaven, the Protector, Defender
 of Faith, still sat on the floor ever peering down upon the Lord. He 
watched as He was laid in the tomb, wrapped in a cloth and sealed within
. Micheal could feel the disciples and follower's love for Christ and 
witnessed it radiating from them in streaks of light. Charis could see 
the same light radiating from Micheal, himself, as his love was as deep.
Three long days and nights he sat, he stared; and just when Charis' 
up-graded heart thought it could take it no longer, the Father whispered
, ““Go, raise My Son, in whom I am well pleased!”” In a nano second of 
thrilled delight, Micheal swelled out in a relief and excitement that
 was so beautiful and awe striking, Charis still got chills just 
picturing it. Micheal spiraled down from heaven, creating a whirl wind 
through the clouds with sparkling heavenly trails of fire behind. 
Charis watched after him. He was instantaneously in the tomb. He took 
the Lord by the hand and He rose. In a burst of joy Micheal blasted the
 stone away. As they stepped into the light of day, Christ looked up 
into Micheal's eyes and with a pat of his shoulder simply smiled and 
with a wink, said, ““I'll see you soon.””.  
The halls of Heaven were dressed in the finest trimmings, the banquet 
was set, every Angel was encouraged to display their joy in every way 
possible. The beauty of that day still caught the breath of Charis and 
any Angel who thought on it.
Christ rose up through the Heavens arriving at the base of a long 
gradually inclining staircase that led to the Throne itself. Angels 
robed and arrayed, the Lord; and as He ascended the steps the praise 
and cheers and song physically filled us all to overflowing. Gabriel 
sounded his trumpet in an announcing rhythm. At the precipice of the 
assent, amongst the seven Candlesticks, after a fiercely loving hug 
from His Father, the King was crowned and with a smile of satisfaction 
at bringing forth many sons and daughters for God; Christ sat down at 
the right hand of God!
       “You sure have been quiet on the flight,”” came Laben's voice into
 Charis' ears, piercing through the deep emotions she was re-experiencing. 
  ““Yeah, I guess so," she responded.  "I was just remembering...!”” 
  “ “Me too,””  Laben interrupted.  They exchanged a meaningful, knowing 
and reverent smile, as their feet touched down at the very spot the 
precession of Christ began; at the first of the steps to the 
Throne of God.

To Be Continued.........