The Unexpected…

Counting pebbles on the ground waiting for Michael to comeback from getting the water, Jeremiah felt drops of raindrops falling on his head. Getting up he got his package and pulled out a cloak to shield him from the chill of the rain. Time passed and the sun was setting, by this time the rain was steadily falling on the ground. Getting up he fastened his cloak at the neck. Leaving the campsite he heard a rush of wind above. Angling his head up toward the sky, squinting through the rain falling on his face he saw a creature of great mass flying low. Not able to see what the massive creature looked like, Jeremiah started too jog at a steady speed toward the direction of the creatures destination. Plunging in to puddles and soggy grass he feared that Michael might be in trouble. Coming to the edge of a thick forest Jeremiah, found no entrance in. How Michele got in here is a mystery to me.
Stepping backwards, Jeremiah closed his eyes and cleared his mind looking deep with in his mind he found the source of magic. Behind a glass like case the magic flowed and swirled. Raising his hands sparks of light flowed from one hand to the other; bending his knees he drew back his hands, now engulfed in blue light and flaring electrical currents. Allowing the energy to flow halfway up his arms he trusted his hands forward letting go. Magic-Users powers were much more difficult then the powers of an Angles. The Magic-Users had to free the magic with their mind and then it could keep flowing through their body until there was no more need for it. The magic drains the Magic-Users and so it not possible to harness it for long. The more practice the magic-users uses the magic the longer its producer can hold on to it.
Before he opened his eyes, he could hear the crashing of massive trees creating an opening in to the forest. Taking a leap forward he became light footed and flew trough the broken tree bark and limbs still having the excesses of blue energy. When entering the prison like forest, Jeremiah could see nothing but trees rocks and rodent-like creatures securing from the rain that was falling from the opening that had just been created.
“Michael! Are you out there” cried Jeremiah hearing his own voice vertebrate through the woods. Not watching where he was stepping, he stepped in to a ditch. Light shone on his hand allowing him to see where he was. What looked to him was an imprint of a massive creature. Fearing for Michael, Jeremiah started to run through the forest hearing big pounding noises far a head of him. He dug in to his magic and in seconds he was running at incredible speed. Not thinking of the trees that were ahead of him he took his sword out of his sheath and with lighting speed he cut the branches out of his way crating a path. Getting closer he could feel the vibrations of what deeper in the forest.
Stopping at a ledge, he looked over a massive gorge looking across he saw only trees and darkness covering all that could be seen. Still looking over the ledge he stood at he saw the trees part and through them came a figure. Focusing on the figure he saw that it was Michael. Getting excited that he was safe he called out. “Michael! Michael!” Not getting an answer from him he saw that he was too faraway from him to hear him.
Jeremiah knew that the gorge was too deep and wide from him to jump the distance of it. Passing back and forth looking for a week spot he was not paying attention on Michael. A scream could be heard from a distance. With quick reflexes Jeremiah turned to see if Michael was ok. Seeing a massive dragon in his place, he got scared. Jeremiah knew that shooting a lighting bolt at the dragon was not going to disable him but it would stun him. He was right the dragon turned.
“Come and get me, you big oaf,” hollered Jeremiah. Digging it feet in to the ground the dragon spread its massive wings leaping in to the air, spanning great distance at enormous speed. Jeremiah stood still and was prepared to face this massive creature no matter what the cost. Flying toward him, Jeremiah crouched down clenched his fists and sucking energy from around him, creating force between him and the ground, he leaped in to the air just dodging the dragons attack. Crashing in to the ground derbies flew every which way.
Looking down at the dragon from a high distance was amazing for Jeremiah; he had never jumped this high before. From where he sustained altitude he could see over the canopy of trees. Wrestling to get out, Jeremiah saw that the creator was a dragon. Jeremiah decided that now was a good time to make his move. Breaking his altitude he grabbed the energy and through ice daggers at it. The daggers flew straight at the dragon. Thinking that this was going to further help Jeremiah, he didn’t let up on his ice throwing. When thinking that the dragon had, had enough, Jeremiah stopped, waiting a minute to see if an attack would come from the dragon. Nothing moved except dust and rain lightly falling, turning in the air to the direction that Michael had fallen.
“Why! God, why! He was my only son, and a good kid. How could you let this happen? We did everything right.” Tears falling down his face making his sight blurry. In deep thought about the loss of his son, he wasn't aware that the dragon had gotten up. Taking a deep breath, flames of fire and light lit up in the dragon’s mouth. The dragon’s blast hit Jeremiah Square in the back sending him falling, unable to recover in time it sent him falling into the Never-ending Darkness.
Jeremiah’s saw everything doing black. Falling he could see the dragon peer at him over the ledge. Growing smaller and smaller till everything was gone and nothing could be seen. What seemed like forever of falling? Hoping that he would stop falling he closed his eyes and tried to get to his magic but it was being blocked by darkness that covered his mind. Only able to think of what his wife, and what she would do when she found out that both her husband and son fell in to the Never-ending Darkness. Knowing his wife she would go to God and ask him to bring them back, knowing that God had the power to do that. Flashes of what was a great life flew through his mind. 200 years of what could be considered a good life slide showed though his mind.
Crash! Hitting a surface with such force that knocked the wind out of him, eyes slowly opening tears rolling down his face with pain. It took Jeremiah a few minutes to get his breath back slowly getting up and looking around. Nothing could be seen. He put his hand in front of his face and all he could see was blackness.
“Is any one out there!” he yelled. All he heard was an eco that came reverberating ten times louder. Taking a step forward his foot hit what felt like solid ground. Bending down to feel what it was that he was standing on, it felt like sand but slipped out of his hand like water. Not sure that this was he stood up and enclosed him self in his mind. Searching for the magic that once stood out like a sore thumb. Every second of trying to get to it, it seemed to get farther and farther out of reach.
Like a whisper he heard a voice. Not making-out what was being said he ignored it was he thought that it was all in his head, after all in the last day and a half he had not experienced so much at once, except back in his childhood when he was a child Michaels age during the war last few years of the war. He liked the adventure that had long escaped him. But now that it had come to him he wished it had not.
“Father” he heard the voice again but louder and could make it out; Jeremiah thinking to him self that he was making the voice up for the loss of his son that he missed so much. Lifting his head up gazing in to the darkness he saw a light far off in the distance. He started to walk toward the light. Halting with suddenness he thought back when he was a child; remembering when his grandmother told him sorties of a black pit, saying that if ever trapped in the darkness that there was no way out and to keep away from the light, thinking that it might be possible to take off and somehow get to safety. Trying to feel where he was going even thought that it was inevitable, his sword at his side clanking with his steady pace of running for his life. He dared not look back for he knew that what his grandmother told him about how the light was the league of dark angels sent out on Lucifer’s order to recruit Angles and Magic-users to the ways of the Dark side. Daring not to turn his head, he did to see how far he had gotten from the light. In the distance the light looked like it got closer, closing on him faster then he had anticipated.
His heart beating faster and faster, he started to loose his pace and fell back slowing down. Tripping over his feet, making it harder for him to run. Without warning he tripped and fell; falling, not hitting anything, he wasn’t sure if he was falling down or just didn’t hit a surface yet, since he couldn’t see anything.
“Father, is that you?” said the voice as clear as is It came from someone next to him.
“Son is that you? Where are you? I can’t see you but I can here you?” hollered Jeremiah, franticly turning his head and thrashing his hand side to side to find where the source of the voice was coming from.
“I’m scared, I can’t see a thing, where are you? Michael said with a quivering voice.
“I’m in what I think to be some place that I was once told that Lucifer’s henchmen looked for White Angles and Magic-users and he turns them to the side of darkness.” Jeremiah said with confidence and anger, how could he let his son end up where all races feared? His job was to keep him safe to protect him for as long as a father could and he failed at that.
“Dad it’s not your fault, its mind, I should have come right back to the camp site and not dillydallied. Where are you I can’t see a thing but a light.”
“As a father I have not done what I needed to do to keep you safe, if your mother knew what I did she would have killed me.” Jeremiah said closing his eyes. “Where are you? Can you use your magic?”
“I don’t know I haven’t tried; have you? Michael replied trying to summon his magic.
“I tried and had no luck, for some reason I could see it but it was unreachable no matter how hard I tried, and the harder I did it just got further beyond my reach.” Saying this chilled him to the bone. He had always been able to reach his magic whenever he wanted and not to be able reach it disturbed him. Having thought the problem through and possible solutions Jeremiah sat down of the surface he stood on, closed his eyes and took the meditation pose he was thought to as a young child by his mother. Enclosing him self within his mind he blocked out all that was around him and focused on his sons safety and getting both of them out this wretched place, diving deep in to his mind surpassing time and physical form and taking his sprit form.

The second chapter in the book
The Angle that fell from Heaven