Hey all,
Well, she's a warrior, we all knew that. But I think just how good she is was a surprise to everyone! I wonder how the rest of the training will go. Let's find out. Enjoy!!!!
Well, she's a warrior, we all knew that. But I think just how good she is was a surprise to everyone! I wonder how the rest of the training will go. Let's find out. Enjoy!!!!
The Watcher's Guild: Sweet Nephilim
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An hour
later Eran cringed inwardly as he watched Amaris go down in a cloud of
dust. She’d given as good as she’d
gotten, pretty well holding her own with Hayyel. Her innate skill of trickery kept the other
Nephilim guessing, but the male was an excellent fighter, and he had his own
tricks that kept Amaris hopping. But it
was a good thing. Amaris needed to see
how others fought.
After a
while the two guardians began shouting out instructions, and the fighting grew
even more intense. Eran knew Amaris wasn’t
just fighting for herself. She was
fighting for him. To show the other two
angels that he was a good trainer. Her
pride in what she’d done for herself as a warrior was only eclipsed by how she
felt about what he’d accomplished.
“She’s
good.” Orifiel’s gravelly voice
interrupted his thoughts. “Damn good for
the time she’s been in training. You’ve
done well by her.”
“As I said,
she is special. A natural.” Eran watched Amaris roll to her feet and toss
dirt in Hayyel’s eyes. He grinned at the
boy’s outrage. He hadn’t taught her that
little trick, but it worked. “If she is
the one the Lord has been waiting for, I wanted her to be ready.”
Orifiel
grunted as Amaris attacked again, this time feinting a knee to the groin—her
favorite move. Hayyel shouted in shock
and then in pain as she swept his feet out from under him and sent him to the
ground yet again. “Those are not normal warrior skills.”
Chuckling,
Eran nodded. “No one said my little
angel is a normal warrior.”
“Yours,
huh?” Orifiel looked toward him, his
eyebrow raised. “Am I seeing more than a
guardian-student relationship? There is
more, isn’t there?”
Eran
froze. While Orifiel and Hayyel were
friends, he wasn’t sure how they’d react to the feelings he had for
Amaris. “She…she is special to me, too.”
Orifiel
snorted loudly. “The way you speak about
her? Look at her? She’s more than special, is she not? You touched her like a man touches a woman.”
“I—” He refused to lie, but he wasn’t sure he
could tell the truth either. Instead, he
just shook his head.
“Hmmm. So that’s the way of it.” Turning away, the older angel watched as
Amaris tugged Hayyel to his feet and laughingly embraced him. “You must be careful, my friend. If Amaris is who we think she is, she is not
for you.”
Pain raced
through Eran at Orifiel’s words. They
touched a deep fear Eran refused to even acknowledge. “I’m not sure I can accept that.”
Orifiel
sighed deeply. “Would you deny Jehovah’s
wishes? If he told you to leave her, would
you?” He touched Eran’s shoulder. “Could you?”
Panic stole
Eran’s breath as he fought for composure.
“Don’t ask me that. I can’t
answer your question. I can only pray it
doesn’t happen. That we can stay
together.”
“Stay
together?” Orifiel stared at Eran,
searching his eyes for the truth. “You
want to—” He cut himself off and sucked
in a shocked breath. “By the
Saints! Are you saying you love her?”
He faced
his old friend, aware that he may have made the biggest mistake of his life
bringing Amaris here. He should have known
he’d be unable to conceal his feelings.
They grew stronger and more intense every day. He wanted to shout out
his love for Amaris…to tell everyone how much she meant to him. He’d only held back because of his fear she’d
be taken away from him.
If Orifiel
and Hayyel couldn’t accept what he and Amaris felt for each other, they could
report Eran to Michael. And if Michael
found out Eran had made the prophesized Nephilim his lover, it could be the end
of everything. For them both. Because the archangel wouldn’t understand.
Wouldn’t understand how much Eran treasured his little angel. Wouldn’t know the depth of what he felt.
To love
Amaris was the greatest blessing he could ever receive.
“She is
important,” he whispered, forcing himself to speak carefully and not just
react. “I know that. She’s important to our Lord. To the other angels and Nephilim.” Eran turned just as Amaris looked up and
smiled at him. He basked in that warmth
for a moment before turning back to Orifiel.
“But she is important to me, too.
The most important thing in all the earth and heavens. She…”
He closed his eyes and struggled to put how he felt into words. “She’s my everything.”
“You do
love her.” The other angel’s voice held awe.
“A Guardian in love. I thought…I
didn’t know it could happen.”
“Yes.”
Suddenly admitting it was the easiest thing he’d ever done. “And I’ll keep on loving her, even if the
world ends and there are nothing left of angels and Nephilim but memories.”
~~~~***~~~~
Until next Sunday...
Hugs,
CJ England
Follow Your Dreams
http://cjengland.com/luckbealady/luckbealady.htm
2 comments:
Wow! I hope this doesn't throw a wrench into things!
I know. Let's just hope these are honorable angels.
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