Rae of Light

Dalili I saw him. He was sat with the child in a chair. I told myself what he was doing was wrong and I should go in and try to take the child from him. Then as I got closer, I saw he was asleep. His hand lay on the child, touching his head. I saw the love in the graceful nature of his hand. I looked at the brightness from him and saw this beaming into the child. He open his eyes. They were golden, with small bright flecks that saw the universe. He looked at me with a long gaze. He sighed and then he stood and laid the child in his bed. Then he was gone. I thought of him. This tall, incredibly strong man. There were muscles on him I had never seen before. And then his clothes. I knew them to be clothes people never worn today. His shoes were sandals, like the sandals worn by gladiators. No trousers, only a gladiator skirt. He wore no shirt. Only his arm were covered by light mail, up to the elbow, manicae. I would someday know that it was incredible soft. That was the first time ...

Aaron I had always had an angel. Not that I knew him as that. He was just the one that came to me when I was frightened. I remember him sitting in the chair with me. Singing me songs I didn’t know so I would not be afraid. And because of these songs I was never afraid. I was small, really little. There were many things I was afraid of. Then came the angel. It was my right to be scared of him, yet, there he was just to protect me. I came to realise that quickly. And when I saw him, that’s what I felt. He was always present, even when I didn’t see him. There he was just singing to me. And because of him, I was not afraid. He never left me. Until she came. He would always be with me, but until she came, he went away. I thought it was because she gave me love. Not the kind of love he’d given me, the normal kind of love. And I learnt to love her back. I saw him watching me and seeing the love she gave to me. I learnt to know her name. Her name was Dalili. I was very little and I cal...