I looked over my shoulder towards a voice my brain didn't recognise. The gaze lingered on the large white wings, and then moved towards the brown banded hair that reached the man's shoulders. Two bright eyes stared straight into Gabriel's, and an expression of pain shone on his face.
"Shamuel?" There was a note of surprise in Gabriel's voice.
This is the Archangel I saw in my mother's memories. Now he's a grown man, with stern facial features and porcelain skin. Shamuel waved his hand, and Issac's cage closed instantly. Issac's loud cry echoed through the silent throne room as his hands touched the light bars.
"My dear friend, why do you act so rashly?" Shamuel's low tone of a voice rang in the air.
"Why are you alive?" Gabriel stepped closer to me, his confused gaze still fixed on
