Amelia's Blog

        While it was getting harder to resist going to look for him, Gloriana held her impulses in check. Though she would never tell Gabriel, his continued absence, especially after his pronouncement about revolution, had made her rather jumpy. However, any ideas she had were cut short when Gabriel made a rather noisy entrance into her quarters.         One does not often see an Archangel appear in one’s quarters in full regalia. It’s an impressive sight. Wings visible and shining, golden armor gleaming, sword stained and bloodied.         Wait... what was that last part? She asked her self that in the split second it took him to will himself into more normal clothing. “Master? What happened?”         The big being shuddered and passed a hand over his face, still marked, a small cut above his eye. “Trouble. Worse than I thought....

        “A blessing in disguise? I’m not sure I follow?”         “There have been some rather disturbing rumors arising from the fringes of the Dark.” Gabriel looked worried. Which worried Gloriana in turn. She had rarely seen him look worried. Angry, yes. Worried, never. “Rumors of rebellion. Which is nothing new, except this time this has the added complication of whispers of rebellion in the Light.”         Glory gasped, horrified at Gabriel’s words. “But that’s unthinkable!”         The big archangel shook his head. “No. It was thought of once before, long ago. That is why the Pantheon is rent asunder. But in this Age? I do not know if these are true rumors or not. Regardless, I must find out.”         “How? Can I help?”         “You can. By makin...

With a whisper of thought, Gloriana appeared in her Guardian's quarters. Since it was semi-sentient, she affectionately called it "House", which amused most of her fellow Guardians to no end. Whenever it was brought up, she calmly shushed them. The Guardian Quarters were tied directly to their occupants, the link between them acting as a kind of "portable" home field advantage, allowing Guardians to draw on more power than they normally could. The quarters also had the advantage of being heavily warded against attack. Guardians in the past had been brutally attacked in their own homes, due mostly to their charges being highly influential. The dark forces that are ever moving seek to take these charges for their own, and sometimes find success in destroying and taking the place of a Guardian. The wards on each Guardian's quarters were keyed to make sure that only the Guardian could get through, others needed express intent from the occupant. In other words, ...

        Raph smiled in triumph as he finished the latest Sudoku puzzle. He dropped the book of puzzles on the table next to his chair and pulled off his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. "You really shouldn't stay up so late, you know." He smiled, this time in amusement, as he heard Glory's voice chide him. It had become a bit of a ritual of late. If she came in at night, she'd tell him to go to bed. While she couldn't always visit at night, "Miss Glory" always made sure to say good night to Cassandra, which delighted her to no end and something which Gloriana was more than happy to do. "I know. I just finished a puzzle, starting to think about sleep." She just raised an amused eyebrow. "What? I was!" "Of course you were, dear." Strangely, it didn't feel strange to not have her ask how his day was. As his and Cassie's "gaurdian" she knew full well how his day went. Though he...

Several weeks later, it was nearing Cassie's birthday. Gloriana made regular visits, and Cassie made an observation to her father in a way that only a five year old could. "Daddy?" "Yes, sweetie?" "You like Miss Glory?" "Of course. It's nice to have visitors." He wasn't even looking away from his paper. "Does Miss Glory like you?" Raph gave a half shrug, "I guess so. I don't think she'd keep appearing to us if she didn't." Cassandra seemed to think about that, her small face screwed up in the thoughtful childish way, "Too bad you can't marry a ghost. You've seemed a lot happier since she's been around, Daddy." It took a moment for that to sink into Rafael's distracted mind. When it did, he sputtered through the mouthful of coffee he had sipped. "Cassie!" He coughed and wiped up the spray of coffee with a napkin. "Honey, it doesn't work like that. A man and wo...

Well. Ghost story it is. I was rather surprised at how well this one flowed. I’ve got some stuff to think about, but I plan to toss another blog post later today with those thoughts. Till then, enjoy! # # # "Daddy?" Raphael Larsen looked up from his half-done crossword at his five year old daughter Cassandra. She rubbed her eyes sleepily as she stood in the doorway of Raph's office. "What is it Cassie honey?" "There a woman in my room. She's really annoying me." Alarmed, Raph stood up and walked to his daughter, "Are you sure? It wasn't a bad dream?" She shook her head. "No, Daddy." "Okay peanut," he picked her up and carried her back down the hall to her bedroom. He looked around the room. "I don't see anyone, sweetheart. Are you sure?" "Yes, she was in the rocking chair in the corner. Tell her to stop looking at me, Daddy!" Raph smiled at Cassie and put her down on the bed and tucked her i...