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 

today!””
“Argh! Of course  there is , its re-assignment day!”” Puwt exclaimed 

exasperated.
““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 mission...as 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.........