CHRONICLES OF THE FOURTH HORSEMAN

TALES

I went to bed feeling embarrassed.I had just been with people I knew, people I loved and from the looks of it, people who did the same, but I couldn't remember a little it about them.I walked across the hallways and left them behind.I could feel their eyes burning on me.I felt like a jerk for crushing their happiness." So I am friends with all of them?," I had asked Ophie.His answer was simple and that made me feel even worse."Yes Azzy, you know all of them, maybe except the lady in black, her name is Nandi, an Abada we saved from South Sudan,"

I felt like I was supposed to know what an Abada was, but i didn't and I didn't want to ask any more questions."Don't worry I will tell you all about it in the morning," Ophie half whispered in my ears.I could tell he was a really good guy and I was starting to love him already.I was at the door of my so called bedroom when I heard this voice."So it is true you really don't remember a thing? I wish there was a bright side to that," I looked around but there was no one.Ophie looked at me, then realized just how far gone I was.

"That is the bunker," he said."Ooh he sounds grumpy...," were the words that came out of my mouth and I knew I had said those exact words before.I was growing tired of listening to all those explanations which sounded like tales.I walked into the bedroom after thanking Ophie.I dropped myself on bed and stared at the ceiling for a bit.I drifted off to sleep and I had the most crazy dream ever.I was lost in an apocalyptic world.I was supposed to be a part of it, couldn't tell from which side but I knew I was supposed to do something.I spent the whole time running around and calling out names of what sounded like angels, it was a long and confused dream from which I couldn't wake up.

I heard some noises by the door and woke up just in time to see a tail disappear into the hall way.I should have been scared but instead I turned around and went on sleeping."Its just Ophie," I thought as I faded off to sleep again for a little longer.When I finally got up, I slowly walked out of my bedroom.I didn't want to draw attention from the crowd that was chatting in what I would have explained as high tones and I would be long.My hearing had sort of tripled in a single night I just didn't know it yet.I listened into the conversation as It all became clear.It was a weird dialogue and the more I listened to it, the more confused I got at first.

Ophie: We can't just start by telling her she is the angel of death, that wouldn't be cool.

John: But she is and nothing would change that.

Tom: Maybe she no longer Azrael, I mean, she doesn't remember a thing.She even slept last night and by the way she is not up yet.

Ophie: Maybe it temporary, maybe that was her punishment, to live like a human for a little bit so she could learn whatever angelic lesson they needed her to learn.

Ally: Or maybe she was turned human and now we have no way to know what heavens are planning.

Bunker:Oh ooh...

They all kept quiet as they knew what the bunker was saying.I also knew and I walked to them."Grumpy," I cursed on the bunker.I had a feeling that was not the first time I did that either.By the time I got to the hall, they all had acted like they were never talking about me.They were busy enjoying breakfast and I joined them.The pancakes were delicious and I even had to ask who made them."You know I made them...they were always your favorite back when you were...errrr...aaa...here, I also happen to be you favorite cook," Tom said, half bragging, half answering to my question.

I thought it was not nice to ask about me in front of everyone.Ophie seemed to know much about me, he also seemed to love and deeply care for me.I knew he was the to go to person for the answers.He had promised to answer all of them and I hoped he was willing to keep up to his promise.The rest of the time at the breakfast table was quite and pretty much normal.Every ones in a while I would catch one or two of the guys looking at me but I didn't mind.I knew they had a lot of unanswered questions and they were trying to make sense out of the situation.After breakfast, they all went away to what I would know latter to be morning training.I was alone in the hall.I looked around, there were way too many books, all unique and old.I walked to the shelves and took one.Inside were pictures of mythical creatures.There were also descriptions about them.Some looked and sounded terrifying while other sounded and looked cute.

"You wrote all of that," the bunker broke the silence.At first I thought I imagined it but h bunker went on and said the words again for a second and third time.He had my attention and I stopped to listen as he told that all the monsters both good and bad were real, he told me a tale which he claimed I had told him a long time ago.It was about how magic never existed except with the elements.He explained how it came to be and as he explained, I saw all of that in my head as if it were a movie.I seemed to remember most of the things he had to say but I didn't believe any of them.It felt like tales and myths to me.He confirmed to me that what the guys were talking about earlier was real and he had seen it happen.He even offered to put some of his memories in my head which I accepted.

He showed me everything since he first woke up.I could see myself in his memories.It was true I was an angel.I saw Michael, I saw Phanuel, I saw everything that ever happened in the bunker.After seeing the memories I headed to the training room, not because I remembered but because I knew Ophie was right.I couldn't remember the spiting or the praying or Michael or heaven, but now I knew it was all real.In the training room I hugged everybody and apologized for treating them like strangers earlier.I told them i was willing to go on with the mission but I also needed their help.I had to know what happened and why.I needed to fix it and they were the only people I could trust with such things.And so we were out yet again planning on a mission that would one day be read as a tale in the novels and watched in films.