shoulders. They were a striking gold, reflecting the sunlight and
causing flecks of yellow to bounce off of the touch screen surface of the box
in between us. Sacra came in and placed two glasses filled with an aqua-colored
liquid on the tray. She smiled sweetly at me and went back into the cockpit.
“So you are
an angel?” I asked suspiciously.
“Yes.”
“And you
are saying that I am an angel as well?”
“Yes. And
no.”
“How can
you mean yes and no?”
“Because of
your ancestry. We believe that you are not simply an angel. You are possibly an
arch angel.”
Again I sat
quietly for a moment. I began to shake my head. “But I’m just…no one. I’m Sol.
That’s all. ” I replied, unable to process all of this information. “What
you’re saying cannot be possible.” I felt a sudden twinge in my shoulder
blades.
“It is very
possible. Your last name is shortened from arch angel. It began with your great-grandfather,
Solomon Arch. I knew him well as we both accepted our roles as warrior angels
around the same time, although he was older than I. He ranked higher than me
and I served him as a lower ranked cadet for many millennia, fighting for the
good of mankind.”
“Let’s say
that I believe what you are telling me. If my great-grandfather was so
important, why did you think I wouldn’t be an arch angel? Why did you think I
would be an Espial?”
“Because
your mother is an Espial and your father was an arch angel. Children born unto
such a combination have never been arch angels. Yet they are always Espials.”
My eyes
widened in disbelief. “My mother is an Espial?!” I cried.
“Yes,”
replied Rider, as he reached down and pressed a button on the touch screen.
“But wait.
The lab technicians wanted to terminate me because they thought I was an Espial.
How did my mother manage to escape termination if she was one too?”
“Because
your father saved her. That was how he was killed. They were both fifteen and attending
their Oculation procedure. He and your mother had been dating at the time and planned
to marry immediately after the procedure. His father, the son of Solomon, had
told him from a young age what he truly was. So your father faked his Oculation
exams in order to pass and go undetected. While headed to meet his life mentor,
he overheard the call go in for Ruth’s extermination when she failed the
procedure due to being an Espial. He ran into her laboratory in an attempt to
protect her, yet was killed by the very technicians you faced today.” Another
tray descended from the ceiling on which rested a platter of mixed grains and
nuts. He reached in and pulled out a handful, popping them into his mouth one
nut at a time.
I closed my
eyes as I tried to picture what Rider was telling me. I didn’t want to believe
him, yet it made sense and felt truthful.
“As your
father lay dying, your mother told the technicians that she was pregnant. They
released her after forcing her to vow to never mention the truth of what
happened to anyone. They knew that they could not exterminate a pregnant Espial
without severe consequence from us. The security footage of what occurred was
permanently deleted and the technicians never told Warren Sato the truth of
what happened. They informed him that your father had violently interrupted his
own Oculation procedure and had to be exterminated.”
“Wait. Were
you watching the security footage when this happened?” I asked distrustfully.
“No. I was
outside of Terredome, fighting with the rebels when this tragedy occurred. I
wish I was there because I would have done everything in my power to help your
father. It would have been the least I could do as a debt to your great-grandfather.”
“So my
father was an arch angel and knew it his entire life? And he dated my