Friendly Encounter?
In the celestial expanse of Heaven, amidst the resplendent skies and luminous clouds, a tale of love and destiny unfurled. Ellen, a gentle-hearted angel adorned in iridescent wings, harbored affection for the famed Raphael. His radiance was a beacon that drew the admiration of all, leaving Ellen but a quiet ember in the glow of his brilliance.
One fateful day, while the sun hung low, casting its golden tendrils across the heavens, Ellen ventured near the precipice of an island, her thoughts consumed by Raphael. The verdant expanse stretched far and wide, a testament to the boundless beauty of Heaven. It was a place of tranquility, where the whispers of the wind carried the songs of seraphim.
As Ellen walked along the celestial shores, her heart held captive by unspoken desires, she chanced upon a gathering of angels encircling Raphael. Their voices were a melodious chorus of curiosity as they posed questions to the renowned angel.
In the midst of the circle, Ellen's voice trembled as she summoned the courage to speak. "Raphael," she inquired, her eyes timidly meeting his, "do you... do you fancy anyone?"
Raphael's lips curled into a knowing smile, his sapphire eyes dancing with a mischievous glint. "Ah, my dear Ellen," he replied, his voice imbued with a hint of playfulness, "I do, but I will not be disclosing who."
Embarrassment flushed Ellen's cheeks as the collective gaze of their celestial brethren fell upon her. She stammered, her heart racing, "I-I see. Excuse me for a moment. I need to, uh, visit the bath chambers."
With hurried steps, she retreated from the circle, her face aflame with crimson. The laughter and whispers of the angels echoed in her ears as she made her way from the gathering.
One fateful day, while the sun hung low, casting its golden tendrils across the heavens, Ellen ventured near the precipice of an island, her thoughts consumed by Raphael. The verdant expanse stretched far and wide, a testament to the boundless beauty of Heaven. It was a place of tranquility, where the whispers of the wind carried the songs of seraphim.
It was here, amidst this sublime scenery, that Ellen's foot met an unassuming rock, sending her spiraling down the mountainside. The world seemed to blur, and for a breathless moment, she felt the presence of unseen hands guiding her descent. When the world stilled once more, she found herself in a realm hidden behind a celestial barrier and an inviting gate—a place of vibrant life and untouched beauty, the Garden of Eden.
The garden unfurled before her in a riot of colors and scents, a haven untouched by time. Trees bowed under the weight of their bountiful fruit, casting dappled shadows upon the verdant ground. The air hummed with the melody of birdsong, a symphony conducted by nature itself.
As hunger gnawed at her, Ellen's gaze settled on a tree-bearing apple that glistened in the soft glow of the garden. Their perfection was beguiling, promising a taste of celestial sweetness. Yet, a voice, gentle and resolute, interrupted her intention. "Hey! Don't eat that apple, It's not ripe yet."
Turning, Ellen met the gaze of an angel, his presence a mirror of her own. Intrigued and cautious, she inquired, "What is your name, guardian?"
The angel's eyes held the weight of eons, his countenance a tapestry of wisdom and benevolence. "I am the guardian of this Garden, My lady, My name is Ruel" he intoned, pressing his lips to Ellen's hand, a gesture steeped in reverence.
"I am Ellen," she replied, her voice a soft melody, her wings fluttering in a delicate dance. "I was walking near the edge of an island when I stumbled upon this garden. The hunger overcame me, and I thought to partake of an apple before leaving."
A slight smile graced Ruel's lips as he offered, "Allow me to present you with the ripest apple in this garden, Lady Ellen."
Guiding her deeper into the sanctuary, Ruel chose an apple from an ancient tree, its gnarled branches whispering secrets of ages long past. With a whispered blessing, he handed it to Ellen, who took a bite. At that moment, her eyes shimmered with a brief, amethyst hue, an echo of the apple's magic.
A moment of inexplicable connection washes over her, and she exclaims, "It's delicious! Thank you, Ruel!"
As Ellen takes another bite of the apple, a sudden realization strikes her. She glances at the sky, her eyes widening in alarm. "Oh no," she gasps, "I'm late for class!" She hastily turns to Ruel, her expression a mixture of gratitude and urgency. "Thank you for this incredible experience, Ruel, but I must go. I have a class to attend." With a hurried farewell, she rushes towards the exit of the garden, her heart still pounding from the encounter.
As she exits, Ruel watches her leave, his lips curved into a serene smile. When the gates close behind her, he opens his eyes once more. They are blue, but within them, a subtle glimmer of red dances, a secret warmth that belies his tranquil demeanor.