Prologue part 2
"And God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness."- Book of Genesis 1:4
June 9, 2010
I awoke on a park bench, my head hurt as my eyes fluttered open. The pain was there for a moment and my hand covered my eyes to block out the light. Sitting up I tried to gain my bearings but couldn't. My mind was still… jumbled. I could feel things that I couldn't really describe.
Looking around, I saw that I was indeed in a park. A very large park for the matter… a large park with a giant obelisk in the skyline. Along with a dome recognizable the world over.
I was in Washington D.C, the capital of the good ole USA, in the national mall, laying… or rather sitting on a park bench.
The sun was up in the sky, almost noon if I had to guess. Lunchtime.
I just… sat on the bench holding my head.
Okay… I'm in D.C… thankfully, not the strangest or worst place to wake up in. I was still in the United States, where I at least knew the language, could hopefully access my bank account, and… hopefully, find a way to get home.
Yeah… getting home seems like a good idea.
I checked my pockets to pull out my cell phone, hoping that it was still there. But I felt something else pressed up against my phone. Pulling it out with it, I saw a United States passport… my passport. Opening it out of curiosity, I realized it was indeed my passport, with all the stamps from my families vacations to Mexico, Canada, and southern Europe. Everything about me was still the same… Except that according to my passport… I'm 5'9.
I am short, barely 5'6 on a good day. Being three inches taller meant I was as tall as my dad. And it felt strange to feel so tall.
I put my passport away and opened my phone. The date on my phone was June 9th, though the year was oddly absent from it. Opening my contact list, everyone was still there, my parents, my brothers, my grandparents. All their contacts and phone numbers were still there.
Pressing my mom's number, I hoped that she would answer, and I could hear her talk to me.
The phone rang, and I received a notice from a robotic voice. "Hello, the number you are calling is not connected to any phone in service, please try again or call 1-800-."
I hung up the phone and tried again, this time with my dad's phone. I received the same message.
I tried again, and again, every time being met with the same robotic message.
And then it struck me like the car that sent me to this world.
I was alone.
I stood up and walked in a daze across the national mall. The summer heat was dry, unlike the last time I was in the nation's capital, which was hot, humid and wet from summer rains.
The Capital was beautiful, even more, beautiful than the last time I was there. Gone was the trash that littered the streets, and the seemingly endless crowds of people that clogged everything. It seemed like everyone was gone, indoors or otherwise, carrying about their business away from the Mall. It was surreal, seeing the place so empty. but I had neither the will or want to see the city, or any of the great monuments that gave it such beauty.
I just walked aimlessly, trying to not break down into tears.
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I did not know how long I walked, but my aimless walking led me to St. Mathew's cathedral. The red brick building and dome was not something I was accustomed to. Most churches I went to were just… buildings. They were not symbols of faith, built with brick, mortar, stone, and marble.
But I needed the comfort of the Lord, at least for a moment so I could calm my mind, and figure out what to do next.
And like the rest of the Mall, the cathedral was quiet. There were not many tourists or members of the faithful here today.
Just me, a few people praying, and a monk or priest tidying up the place.
I sat down on one of the long benches for a moment, trying to just remain calm before falling down onto my knees and praying to God.
"Do you think he's calm enough to notice our presence now?" A voice spoke.
I turned my head around and wondered where the voice came from. "Hello?" I whispered, trying to find the source of the voice.
"He is, but he's still frightened." Another gentler voice spoke.
"Who are you?" I asked, weighing my options and wondering if I was going insane due to the events of the last few hours.
"No your not going insane… but you are… well, special." The first voice spoke. "Now, please let us out."
Let them out? "What do you mean by that?"
"Focus on two people talking to you. And we should be there." The second voice replied. "Stop being so anxious."
What the. Okay. Close my eyes and than…
I opened them to see two people standing in the row in front of me.
The first one was a man that I could only describe as a Prussian cosplayer with red eyes. He had a long flowing black coat that draped over his body, with golden leaves on them, like a colonel. The red uniform and black pants he wore looked like they were part of an officers uniform… or at the very least a cadets uniform. His hat was… well, I didn't know how to describe his hat, an officer's one with a golden skull on it. His black hair was a mess hiding under his hat His red eyes also looked… mischievous, cunning, like he was planning something. To his side, there was a katana that his hand rested on.
The other man looked like the exact opposite of the first man. Between golden hair, striking, almost falcon like blue eyes, that looked more… driven than mischievous. The second man also had a white jacket, a black tank top, and white gloves, and instead of uniform pants, he wore blue jeans. To his side was a long sword with emeralds in the hilt.
However, both had one very distinct feature. Both had wings. The first one had black wings that were outstretched like a bird, while the second man was folded in, only showing just a little bit of his feathers over his back.
Angels… They were angels.
"Well now… that wasn't so hard." the black wearing one spoke. "Though I wish you brought us out in place less dreary, and more lively."
"He needed a place that comforted him. This place seems as good as any." The one wearing white replied. "Though I wish there was a bit more light so I could see better."
"Uh." I whimpered.
The one wearing black than snapped his fingers. "Ah I forgot, introductions are in order. The dreary boring one over there is Light, and I am Dark. We are your… well for a lack of a better term, the angel and devil on your shoulders."
I paled.
"Too much to take in?" Dark asked. "Oh trust me it will get better once you calm down and we can... are you alright?"
I did the only sane thing a person in my situation would do. I began to lose consciousness.
"What a wimp." Dark quipped, and I lost consciousness.
AN: Enjoy.
