Hey all,
Well, it seems that Eran has been keeping some secrets, huh? I wonder exactly what the truth is. It sounds like Amaris isn't going to let him get away with it any longer. So let's see what he has to say...
Well, it seems that Eran has been keeping some secrets, huh? I wonder exactly what the truth is. It sounds like Amaris isn't going to let him get away with it any longer. So let's see what he has to say...
Enjoy!!!!
The Watcher's Guild: Sweet Nephilim
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Staring
down into Amaris’ mutinous face, Eran wished Hayyel had kept his big mouth
shut. He’d not wanted her to know about
the prophecy or what it may mean. The
pressure on his little angel was great enough without adding that to the
mix. And since the angelic scholars
couldn’t explain what the long awaited prophecy meant, he’d decided to ignore
the whole thing until they did have the answers he sought. But it looked like that choice was one he
could no longer make.
“Little
angel,” he began. “I don’t—”
“Don’t put
me off, Eran,” Amaris interrupted, her blue eyes gleaming with
indignation. “I may be a new Nephilim,
but I’m a woman full grown.”
“That’s for
sure,” Hayyel murmured admiringly.
She lifted
a perfect brow at him before turning back to where Eran stood, still unsure as
to how to answer her. Crossing her arms
over her breasts, she tapped her foot impatiently. “Well?”
It was such
a feminine move, he had to grin. When
her eyes narrowed, he held up his hands in surrender. “I am sorry, little angel. I know it isn’t funny. Ask your questions, and I will try to
answer.”
“What
prophecy is he talking about?”
Right to
the point. Eran sent an irritated look
at the other two men, who shrugged sympathetically. Hayyel mouthed a quick, I’m sorry, but there was a gleam of amusement in his sky-blue eyes.
“There is a
prophecy,” Eran said slowly, feeling as if the words were dragged out of
him. “It was given many, many centuries
ago, just after the first Nephilim appeared on the earth.”
Amaris’
eyes widened. “That long ago?”
He
nodded. “Yes. It speaks of a time to come when a very
special Nephilim will be born.”
“A…female
one?”
“Yes,
little angel. And while there were
females born millennia ago, they were not who the prophecy spoke of. While they were warriors of tremendous faith
and loyalty, they were mortal. It is
agreed by all that the Nephilim in the prophecy will be immortal.”
“And you
think…” She looked at the other angels
surrounding her. “You think I may be
this female Nephilim? Why?”
“Because
you are the first,” he said simply. “The
first in over a millennium to be born.
We’d all but given up on the prophecy.
It had fallen into forgetfulness, neglected by even the most learned of
men.”
“And then
you emerged,” Orifiel’s voice rang out in the quiet of the glade. “A female.”
“Yes.” Reaching out, Eran took Amaris’ hands, gently
rubbing them when he found them cold as ice.
“A female. But not just any
female. Your emergence was the strongest
one I’d ever seen. You are slowly
becoming the most powerful Nephilim I’ve ever trained. Everything in me wonders if you could be whom
our Lord promised us.”
“But I’m
nobody special,” Amaris whispered. “How
can I be the answer to anyone’s prophecy?
I’m just me.”
Eran
groaned, wishing they were home in his aerie so he could pull her into his arms
and comfort her. The pain and confusion
in her eyes made him want to curse the very prophecy they’d been speaking
of. “You are much more than you think
you are, Amaris. A wonder.” Giving up, he cradled her chin in his hands,
uncaring as to how it may look to the other warriors. “You have heart and strength and
passion. You never give up, no matter
what difficulty I throw at you. Your
skills are growing exponentially, much faster than any other Nephilim I’ve trained. There is something inside of you, little
angel, that tells me you are special. To
me and perhaps to Heaven itself. It
could very well be that you are the
answer to the prophecy. I don’t know
how. I don’t know when. But I do know this.” Forgetting himself completely, he bent and
kissed her gently.
“If you are
the prophesied Nephilim, Jehovah has already provided everything you need to
make that prophecy come true. So don’t
worry. God will provide.”
Tears
filled Amaris’ eyes at his words. “But
what if I mess everything up? What if I make too many mistakes, and he gives up
on me?”
Eran
muttered a heartfelt curse. “This is why
I didn’t tell you. I was afraid you
would take it too much to heart. Do not
shoulder this burden, love. It will do you
no good. If you are the Nephilim we’ve
waited for, everything that is destined to happen will happen. You will
see it through.”
She frowned
at that. “But what about free will? You told me once it was the cornerstone of
all God’s teachings. How can anything be
destined?”
Swallowing
a heavy sigh, Eran shook his head. Who
knew his little angel was such a philosopher.
“Free will is the most important aspect of our Lord’s promises. What you are…what you will be is your choice. Yet God knows you already,
remember? He knows how it all will
end. What you will do, by your own free choice.”
“And if I
am the female in your prophecy?
He cupped
her cheek in his big hand. “Then be
secure in the knowledge that he knows all the trials and tribulations you will
go through to make that promise come true, whatever it may be. And he will be with you every step of the
way.”
“You and me
and God, huh?” He relaxed a little to
hear the thread of humor in her voice.
“I may
help, but know this. You will be the one
to do it, Amaris. Because he has said
you would. Only you can make the
prophecy come true.”
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Eran is just the type of lover every woman should have. He always seems to know just what to say to make Amaris feel better. Let's just hope he knows exactly what he's talking about.
Until next Sunday...
Hugs,
CJ England
Follow Your Dreams
http://cjengland.com/luckbealady/luckbealady.htm
2 comments:
Had a smile on my face when I finished reading! Thanks for sharing this story CJ!
You're welcome, Phylis! Glad you enjoyed it.
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