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Father’s
affections—mankind. In the beginning, Lucifer and his followers
pursued those of us who were not consumed with anger, but only
wished to redeem ourselves. After a time when his pursuits were
fruitless, Lucifer stopped asking. I don’t condone my brother’s
ways or his deeds. In many ways he has transformed into something
unrecognizable to me, but underneath it all he is still my brother
and will always be.
    “So a few of us still ‘watch’ as we’ve
always done. Some have been watching so long they’ve become like
stone, many littering churches all over the world to be nearer to
Father. Others like myself stay a bit more mobile. Does that
explain things a bit better?” Daniel asked.
    *****
    “Yes. Thank you, but why me? Why are you
watching me out of all the humans on Earth?” Summer inquired.
    “As a favor, to a very old friend,” Daniel
said, his peach-fuzz mustache quivering slightly into an almost
detectible smile, which made Summer imagine Daniel was remembering
that old friend fondly.
    “But why would your friend want you to watch
me? What connection am I to him?”
    “I didn’t ask.”
    “But don’t angels just…know stuff?”
    “Yes, but only if we wish to. When it comes
to friends, it’s better not to invade too much on their
thoughts.”
    “So you started watching me because a friend
asked you to—no questions, no explanations, nothing.”
    “Yes.”
    “And just how long have you been watching
me?” Summer asked.
    “All your life,” he said, shifting his
weight on the bed, making it squeak.
    “All my life?” She tried to wrap her head
around the notion, then with a sudden realization she said, “Then
you know who my parents are?”
    “Yes.”
    “And…?”
    “And, what?” he asked.
    “Are you going to tell me who they are? Why
they gave me up? Where they are now?”
    “No.”
    “No, just like that. No. Why?”
    “It’s not my place. These things will be
revealed to you in time,” he said.
    Summer pinched the bridge of her noise as a
range of emotions rose to the surface—frustration, confusion, and
anger. A headache tickled at the back of her head as she sorted
through the barrage, when a memory popped into her head. “Then you
were there when I fell out of the tree when I was twelve?”
    “Yes.”
    “I broke my arm in two places. Why didn’t
you save me?”
    “It wasn’t life threatening,” Daniel said
calmly.
    “It wasn’t life threatening? So you just
watched and let me go through all that pain?”
    “Yes.”
    “I don’t get it…that doesn’t seem very
angelic to me.”
    “I can’t interfere with your destiny. You
learn from your mistakes. Sometimes these lessons are harsher than
others, but you may need that knowledge somewhere down the
road.”
    “And what could a child possibly learn from
breaking her arm that would help her in the future?”
    “Pain is a powerful thing. Artists,
musicians, and writers often use these past experiences to find
true emotion in their art.”
    “But I’m a vet, not an artist,” she
corrected angrily.
    “And you are more compassionate towards an
animal’s injuries because you know what it feels like to experience
the pain of a broken bone,” Daniel explained.
    This profoundly touched her and made her
think about how she did use her past experiences in almost every
aspect of her life.
    “But what about the dragon? Why did you
protect me from the dragon? Wasn’t that supposed to be a life
experience?”
    “Your destiny does not have one set path.
There are many, many choices that are made in one day that can
change the whole direction your life takes. It is your destiny to
meet this dragon, but it was not today. Not yet.”
    “So the dragon will kill me, sometime in the
future?”
    “I can’t say.”
    “You can’t or you won’t?”
    “It’s impossible to say at this point. There
are many paths that will draw you two to meet, but what becomes of
that meeting, only you and the dragon can