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The apocalypse and the Epiphany.

An awkward silence passed, with all of us simply staring at each other until Sparky let out a sudden yelp to get our attention.

I crossed my arms, waiting for them to speak. One of them, raised an eyebrow, amused. It was an action I thought these people might be incapable of but I was proved wrong as the man gave off a hearty chuckle.

"I apologize if we make you uncomfortable child, but I'm afraid this is no... How do you put it kind? visit's. I'm sure your familiar Sparky here has told you of the current situation, and I'm sure you have many questions. My name, is Xavian, head of the council of angels." He said. "Before you begin shooting off questions, allow me to go into deeper detail. We, as I have said are Angels. Angels are a subtle, quiet species, we prefer not to get ourselves involved in brutal matters such as this. However, our hand has been forced by the Demons, who insist on the apocalypse. Demons, are bloodthirsty souls who have long shed their humanity. The council pick certain mortal's, in this case you and three others you have yet to meet, and train them to fight the Demons. You're probably thinking how you are suitable for this task, yet in your blood, flows the archaic blood of Morzaje, original creator of lightning. 

Years ago, a prophecy was made, that told us of four mortals with ancient blood would lead the Demons to their demise, or help them. As such, we have contacted you in hope you fight for us. Demons, will not hesitate to kill you if you defy them. You, possess lightning and electricity, whilst the other three possess other elements. Until the four of you are all together, I implore you not to tell them of your abilities. It's critically important. 

Jinx Maroy, wielder of lightning and electricity, It is a pleasure to meet you."  Xavian summarized in possibly the longest speech I have ever heard in my life. His words, were carried with emotion and meaning, giving me even more reasons to join their cause. I had no reason nodding my head when asked to join.

However, I had to make sure this was real, and not some insane prank. I sighed and looked up from the ground.

"How can I make sure this is real?" I asked, sounding weak and pathetic, which was not what I wanted to sound like at all. Xavian let out a chuckle and raised his eyebrow - an action I understand he liked doing.

"Talking cat not enough proof?" He asked jokingly before standing up, and removed his shirt. 

I'm not embarrassed to say I stared at his perfectly sculptured chest and abs, and barely heard the warnings whispered to him by the other council members. But I was jolted out of ogling at Xavian when I heard this inhuman ripping sound come from him.

It made me want to put my hands over my ears and run, but I forced my self to stay, and watched as slowly, two large wings appeared from his back.

"Oh... My... God..." I whispered before blacking out. Perfect timing right?

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So that was the first story, and the second one is slightly more dark. It too was for a contest, about realizing the true beauty of life. Here goes nothing:

Lifes true meaning.

Life. A bitter laugh escaped my mouth at the thought of the word. I had yet to understand the importance of it-  what the point is of life. 

Others, they don't understand... No one does. They love life, they worship it. They live each day like it may be their last. Truthfully? I'm torn between being envious of them, or laughing at their stupidity. After all, if life was as good as they say it is, what about me? Although that sounded very self centered, it's true. My life, and everything to do with me has been in the background for fifteenth long years.

Fifteen long years of torture - Emotionally, mentally... Psychically. It was driving me to the edge, I could no longer take their cruel, words or their intense punches. I was ready to snap.

It occurred to me that I had never done anything effective to stop it, perhaps because I couldn't? The question was spinning in my mind, and I wanted so desperately to find an answer.

As if on Que, it popped into my head. The idea it's self would be painful... Very painful but it was the only thing I could do to make them feel guilty. 

I swerved the car, cutting of several people as I sped down the road, going way past the speeding limit. 

My destination was now in view, a few minutes away from freedom. I pushed the car forward, now going at 90 mph along the empty road. I was so close... 

The car skidded to a stop. I pushed myself out the car door, my soul focus on the ledge of the bridge. Like a zombie, I walked towards it, expressionless and emotionless. My freedom, perhaps it would feel better afterwards?

I found myself not long after standing on the edge, a faint smile flickering across my face like a candle flame. My eyes closed, and I breathed in deeply.

"Never, willl you torture me again." I whispered, the wind carrying my voice as I fell, my arms out as if welcoming the deep waters below. 

A loud splash was heard as my body met the cold water, and I forced my body not to automatically swim to the surface. Instead, I let my self float deeper and deeper into the dark liquid abyss. The darkness soon welcomed me.

Is this what it's like to be dead? Nothing like I imagined. Before me, was nothing but a never ending layer of darkness. I could vaguely hear voices... followed by someone grabbing my hand softly.

"Why... We loved you so much.... WHY?!" I heard the voice more clearly, it belonged to my mother. It dawned on me that I was not dead, but merely unconscious. However, her hysterical sobs brought a pang of guilt to my chest. Her tears fell on my hand, and I wanted to hug her, cry and tell her I was so sorry. But I couldn't. My body, was in a state of sleep, not moving. 

Guilt was eating me alive, and I suddenly saw the true meaning of life. Everywhere, life was everywhere. The tree's, so beautiful in their movements as they dance in the wind. The flowers, their delicacy and softness can soothe us at the very sight. People ... Corrupt life forms full of unstable emotions. We could feel love, sadness... Hate. But in a way, we were all beautiful. Not on the outside, and not on the inside. In our own eyes, we are beautiful. 

Sure we seek out faults with ourselves, like being overweight for example but if we stop, and simply look at ourselves, and not our bodies what would we see? A whole new person.

If we could all simply let go of the hate and the hurt, it would make such a difference. Yet we are, as I've already said, corrupt. Darkness swirls inside of us, like a lion ready to pounce. We are not all innocent, but we're not all bad, and that's what makes us ... us. 

Though I was not aware, during my epiphany a small smile had stretched across my unconscious body.

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