Hello all, hope everyone is doing fine
I have a bunch of questions, but wording them and ordering have been a bit...meh. So I decided to post about two events, one that happened recently and another that two or three years ago. Both include Micha'el, and I know how most of the members on here feel about him (which is why I was hesitant to post anything about him).
Past event: This happened two or three years ago in the house I'm living in now. I was cleaning my bedroom (shock!) and then I felt a sort of heat wave on my skin followed by this prickling on my arms and neck. Energy began to gather in my hands, but it wasn't under my control. It was more like how a porcupine's quills shoot up when it senses danger or when a cat crouches low and starts hissing.
This feeling condense near my bedroom door, I could sense it. I turned around. Then my mind's eye was "blinded" by this bright cobalt blue/violet fire! I staggered back, leaning against my bed. I felt someone watching me. I could barely make out a shape. The energy, the presence was very strong and potent. I didn't like it. Not. One. Bit.
So onto the computer to research it. Cobalt fire. Heat wave. Strong energy. Warrior like presence. Various sites, various descriptions, but the same person. Micha'el.
I sighed heavily. "What did I do to piss off an Archangel?" I asked myself, annoyed. So I turned around and asked "Is there a problem? Because last time I checked, it's rude to barge into a woman's room, inhuman or not." Of course, no answer.
That's not the best part. This went on for four or five days. You know what they say: 1 is chance, 2 is coincidence, 3 is crazy, more than that and there's something up. Your guess is, quite literally, as good as mine.
Dream or Memory?: For some reason, I've been thinking about that moment lately. Also I should throw in here that I've been having some powerful and vivid dreams. I wanted answers, but kept wondering who on Earth would hear me out when concerning one of God's Golden Boys? I put it out of my mind. Maybe it wasn't anything important. Then I had a dream...memory...something?
The gist of it was this: I was sitting alone looking up at a beautiful velvet night sky. The moon was like a pale glowing ornament, nature's finest pearl. I don't know what I was thinking about, but I got the impression that it was about a woman I knew who was very dear to me. A friend? A sister? Mother? A lover? I wasn't sure. Then I felt the seem heat and prickling sensation on my skin. I turned around and saw Micha'el with his "famous" fiery cobalt sword aimed at my neck. I chuckled and got up.
"Someone doesn't like me..." I said in a teasing voice. I laid my hand on a sword. It looked more like a katana with a blue and black hilt. It was stuck in the ground near a white tower. "You know how to make an introduction. Micha'el... it's been a while."
(in my mind I was thinking "Are you kidding me!?")
"I do not remember giving your kind allowance to be here."
I laughed again. "My kind? We have our similarities."
"Your kind and mine our parallel rivers. They run different paths, are distant and they
never cross" he said with the most spiteful glare.
"You don't like my nature. You hate what I am. I do not fit into your order and scale, so therefore I am not worthy of anything save to be at the sharp end of you blade, is that it?"
"There is no greyscale."
Ouch. That stung me something deep. I couldn't shake of that feeling of "how could you say such a thing?" even after I woke up.
I pulled up my sword and quickly crossed with his, hard. I saw his arm move from the impact and his eyes narrowed in a "how dare you try to cross me" glare.
"I will not be disrespected. You will leave here."
"And next we meet, we will be
proper enemies," I said in a mix of sadness and bitter anger.
Silence. Smoothly, we both sheathed our weapons. "Goodbye Micha'el."
"Goodbye ______". What was in his eyes in he said that? Regret? Remorse? Indignation? Obviously I didn't hear what he called me, but from reading his lips it was neither Saea nor my birth name.
Well that's about it. ....I don't know how I feel about this. I really don't. Upon waking I wrote all I could remembered. This is so far my first memory/dream of anything having to do with the Shadow. Where do I fall in? Where was my place and what did he mean by "your kind"? To be honest, I'm not. But for now?
- Saea