before where the main road ran perpendicular across their path.
Sam didn’t want to just pull into the driveway and barge in. She wanted to study the neighborhood to get the full picture before she approached Abby. This was the point of no return.
Sam walked slowly from the side street across the damp grass. The bitter taste of chlorophyll burned her tongue as she accidentally kicked free some of the freshly cut grass from its blanket over the ground.
Sam cautiously crossed over the patio and up the three wooden steps onto the deck, taking note of the creaking wood shifting under her feet. She felt oddly comforted that even the house seemed slightly uneasy with her arrival. With one final breath to prepare herself, she rapped her knuckles firmly on the sliding glass door.
The day Bradley called, Sam was just finishing up with her last charge and she was getting ready to slip out of town to find somewhere else to provide her services. She’d been doing this for almost five hundred years, now. In fact, her birthday was just around the corner. And in all that time, nothing really changed.
Sam was one of the thousands of angels bound to the earth, while her brethren maintained the sanctuary above. Her whole life was dedicated to maintaining the balance of good and evil by working alongside demons to influence humanity.
There was only one species on earth that could pull her from that role, the guardians.
She almost didn’t believe it when her cell phone rang and the deep, rich voice on the other end explained his agenda. She had always heard stories of the great guardians and their battles to save the world. To think she could become a part of it wasn’t something she’d imagined since the days of her childhood spent in sanctuary.
The stories had been like fairy tales for the young angels. She clearly remembered her favorite, the one she had begged to hear over and over when she was still too young and inexperienced to come to earth to interact with the humans. It was the tale of a young female guardian who infiltrated a group of rogue demon soldiers. She fell in love with one of their lieutenants and he fell head-over-heels, stumbling, madly in love with her.
He shared all of his secrets with the guardian, battle plans being the most significant betrayal to his kind. But simply through their love, they were able to save hundreds of lives.
The guardian calmed the leader and prevented him from attacking any humans through her gentle influence.
While living among the demons, she gathered information about anyone who was willing to betray their leader’s orders for peace and she used that knowledge to dispel threats and make an ambush on the humans or guardians impossible in order to leave both groups to live in peace.
The story was the best possible proof that there could be love and happiness in an immortal life and more than anything else, it demonstrated for Sam the true power of love.
The tale came with various morals, depending on the raconteur: to keep an open mind, to use any means to accomplish their goal, that nothing was off limits. Sam drew her own conclusions, though.
When the voice on the other end of the line revealed his identity, Sam’s body flushed with the emotions the old tale always brought up.
“I’m rebuilding the team and I want you to join us.” Bradley’s voice rumbled through the phone. “I’ve been searching for quite some time now, and we can’t really wait any longer. There’s a significant threat to the humans. How soon can you be here?” He waited for Sam to respond, even though they both knew no immortal would turn down the request.
“I’m on my way.” Sam hung up the phone and stood stunned for a solid hour before collecting her things to head to Ruthers.
She called him again when she got close to town and he provided her with a background story and this address.
“Everything else will fall into place as long as you do what I tell you.” He told
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