Earth's Angels: The Earth's Angels Trilogy Read online

  I totally understood why they were worshiped by so many as they were pure souls only wanting to do good.

  “Would you like a name young one?” Harrik asked.

  I was very pleased he’d asked, as I wasn’t too keen on being called "Young one" all the time.

  “Yes please, I would like that,” I replied.

  Zanika and Harrik looked into each other’s eyes as if they were communicating with each other with their minds. There were no head or body movements at all, but as I watched them stare at each other, the blue in their eyes started to sparkle with silver. Then the silver sparkle began to spiral, making their eyes look like sapphire blue whirlpools. After a few moments, they broke their eye contact, and both turned to face me again.

  “We think Elita would be a good name for you until your memories return. It means chosen one, in one of your Earth’s languages,” Zanika stated.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  I meant it; it seemed like a beautiful name, and as I said it in my head, it sounded perfect to me.

  Just then another angel entered the room with a large, black stone tray, hovering between her hands. She was just as beautiful as Zanika and Harrik with the same silvery blue shimmer to her hair and wings.

  “This is Hulaz,” Harrik stated.

  He looked up at Hulaz with such adoration that I wondered if they were together. Hulaz smiled lovingly at Harrik too and placed the tray on the small table in front of us. She turned her gaze to me and touched her throat, making it glow.

  “It is a pleasure to meet you, young one,” she said kindly.

  “The young one's new name is Elita,” Harrik told her.

  Hulaz turned to look at me.

  “It is a good name for you,” she said.

  Her eyes sparkled as she smiled warmly.

  We all thanked Hulaz for the tray of food and she bid us farewell, and dipping her head in respect, she gracefully left the room.

  The stone tray was laden with exotic fruits, vegetables and white cups which looked as if they were made of shell. Inside was a delicious smelling fruit juice; my mouth watered just at the sight. I wondered if the angels were vegetarians or whether they weren’t eating meat due to our animals dying. ‘Maybe I would find out later.’

  We ate our meal which included carrots, mango, various salad leaves and many other foods I didn’t recognize but still tried. I asked lots of questions, and just as I was asking one question, another would pop into my head. Zanika and Harrik were so patient with me, and they answered every single one.

  They explained that they’d never been told to save planets, but they all knew it was their purpose in the universe. They had many gifts emanating from an inner power within their bodies. It was how they were able to move things with their minds and how they could understand and speak any language at will. They could also use that power to calm someone or remove their pain.

  I was fascinated by these amazing angels. I could feel my admiration and respect growing with every word they said. As we finished our drinks, I couldn’t help asking them some more questions.

  “What's your plan, and what are those rig looking structures that I saw out of the window?” I asked.

  “Come,” they said together as they stood from their chairs.

  “We will show you what we are doing right now and what our plan is for your Earth,” Zanika said excitedly.

  She was obviously pleased to be able to show me.

  They began to move towards the archway entrance, so I got up to follow them. The floor felt warm on the bottom of my feet as I walked after them. The thought of them not giving me shoes tickled me, ‘Why would they think of shoes; they don’t even wear clothes!’

  We entered the corridor, turned right and walked for about five minutes. Well, I walked; Zanika and Harrik glided gracefully. We passed numerous decorative archways which I assumed were other rooms, maybe like mine.

  Each archway had different symbols on them; all were beautifully ornate and glowing against the frames of the arches. I wished I could read what the symbols said.

  Two other angels passed us as we traveled to wherever we were going; they were just like my two chaperones apart from their hair. Their hair was just as long as Harrik's, Zanika's and Hulaz', but these angels had a green shimmer to their long hair.

  They were both males I guessed as their forms were thicker set like Harrik's. As they passed us, they dipped their heads slightly at the three of us. I wondered what their jobs were. ‘Were they medical like Zanika and Harrik or did they work on the rig structures?’ I guessed I would eventually find out.

  Chapter 4

  Before long, we arrived at another massive archway, which was much bigger and grander than the entrance to my room and the other archways we’d passed. There seemed to be more symbols on this one too than the archways I’d seen so far. The extra symbols made the archway look a lot more important and impressive.

  Harrik led the way in, and I followed with Zanika taking the rear. As we entered, there was a humming sound; not loud, just a soft collection of sounds blended together.

  The room was a large half-circle shape, and it was also very wide and full of angels. The front wall ahead of us was made completely of glass, glistening exactly like the wall of encapsulated animals in the birthing room. Through the glass, I could see the ocean waves, crashing against waves and flashes of white tips. There among the turbulent waves were more of the white rig type structures.

  I couldn’t count how many there were. There were rig structures miles away in the distance, but some were closer, and I could see the seawater flowing in and out of them. It was an amazing sight.

  “Please follow us,” Zanika said as we began to move through the bustling room.

  There were curved shaped consoles everywhere; so many buttons and dials flashing in all directions. All the consoles were facing the huge glass window.

  The consoles were all occupied by male and female angels, all with the beautiful green shimmer to their hair and wings down their backs. They were all very busy, but everyone that I looked at had the same look of peaceful contentment on their faces. They obviously loved what they did. None of them seemed to notice us as we went by; all were clearly focused on their jobs.

  Zanika and Harrik led me through large glass doors to a side room. It was spacious and bright inside with a small table in the middle, and the same style comfy chairs as in my room, three of which were occupied by more angels. They were all female with silvery red hair and wings, and all had kind calm faces.

  As we entered the room, all three smiled at me and dipped their heads, and then they raised their hands to their throats making them glow white. Lowering their hands back down, the angel in the center spoke.

  “Welcome Elita, please join us and sit, we would like to talk with you,” she said kindly.

  She had the same soft musical voice as Zanika and Hulaz.

  “My name is Christik, this is Livik and Jakiz,” she stated.

  She raised her arm to indicate who was who, and all three had the same kind of aura as those I’d already met, which was peaceful and kind. The three of us took seats in the other chairs, and I looked into the sparkling blue peacock eyes of Christik.

  “Thank you for taking such good care of me,” I told her, hoping she could hear my gratitude.

  She gave me such a look of warm affection as she smiled at me that I felt an instant connection with her, and it warmed my heart.

  “I asked Harrik and Zanika to introduce me to you Elita as you are the only human woman to wake in all the years we have been here,” Christik said softly. “The human men and children in our holding structures only socialize with each other. We do not have any contact with them, other than delivering supplies every day and seeing to their medical needs,” she explained.

  The look on my face must have reflected my utter disappointment because Christik suddenly looked concerned for me.

  “Do not worry Elita,” she said, “we do that, so they
may bond as a community, without any interference. We do explain to them that we are here only to help when they arrive at our holding structures.”

  I felt a little relief flow through me at her statement, but in my heart, I just felt a great sense of loss with no understanding why. It was so confusing. I needed to remember who I was, and I couldn’t imagine myself being alone with no loved ones. I must have at least a mother and father or some other relatives wondering where I was.

  “Let us show you something Elita,” Livik said.

  With that, she lifted her arm with her palm facing outwards towards the middle of the table.

  Instantly in front of us was an image of Earth turning slowly. It was a sharp image like a TV screen but more like a hologram hovering above the table, and I was mesmerized by the sight.

  “Your Earth was dying when we arrived,” Christik stated. “We arrived just in time, I think. Your oceans were dead; your fresh water was no longer pure and drinkable, and your animal kingdom was virtually extinct.”

  She had such a sad look on her face as she spoke which didn’t brighten as she continued.

  “Your fellow humans were also dying from disease, starvation, thirst and from killing each other over what few resources were left. Elita, your race was on the edge of extinction.”

  I was stunned at the severity of what she was telling me but also the heartbreaking sadness in her tone and body language. As she was describing the scene they had encountered, the images changed before us, showing me just how horrific the status of our planet had been.

  First, the image was of the sea. It was a dirty brown color and was thick with lifeless rotting fish, with whale carcasses and birds floating on the top. The water was slick with slime which turned my stomach. Next were images of rivers and streams; the water was a darker brown which didn’t flow properly. It looked thick and slimy with an occasional dead, rotting fish moving in the slow flow of sludge.

  The vegetation on either side of the rivers and streams was brown and dead, limp in the hard, dry soil. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes and a lump forming in my throat as I witnessed the reality of their words.

  Then the images changed again, showing cities and towns; none of which I recognized. The picture zoomed in displaying people of all races and colors dying in their homes and many in the streets. ‘Were they trying to escape or were their instincts telling them to run for help?’ I thought.

  Women, children and men were lying helpless on the ground, racked with terrible diseases. Their bodies were showing their illness and starvation. Others were dying from injuries due to fighting; they had horrendous, open gunshot wounds and massive gashes due to knives or god knows what.

  By this time, tears were streaming down my face. I couldn’t stop myself from sobbing at the sights I was witnessing. ‘No wonder they came to help us!’

  I looked into my hosts’ eyes, and they all looked back at me with such great sadness. There was no anger, frustration or judgement in their sparkling blue eyes about what we had done to our planet, our Earth. Just an utter sadness. Jakiz continued the explanation.

  “Because humans were fighting over the last of your resources, we had to act fast to try and save as many of you as possible,” she said. “We decided that the safest and quickest way for you all was to make you all sleep,” she explained.

  Again, the image changed to show what must have been their spacecraft, flying from space and through our atmosphere. All were going in different directions, and then some stopped over major cities. I assumed their crafts were all over the world, as the images were changing from one landscape to another.

  Some places looked dry and hot with the population spread out in hut-like houses. Others were built up cities with large older townhouses where there was lots of snow and ice. Some places looked a little familiar to me, but I couldn’t tell you where they were.

  There seemed to be different types of spacecraft of various shapes, colors and sizes which I thought was very strange. However, my logical mind thought that maybe it’s like us humans and our cars. We have different types such as cars, trucks and tanks for different functions.

  Livik closed her hand and opened it again, making the image instantly dissolve and then reappear. This time, I was watching other spacecraft moving to different locations. They landed next to massive rivers and in mountain areas next to lakes.

  Some were landing in the oceans while others landed in dry, dead fields and prairies. I noticed that the crafts landing in the oceans or next to the rivers were the white rig shaped spacecraft that I’d seen out of the windows.

  The next images were of a large town with old-fashioned cobblestone roads. It was lined with black and white old-style houses, and the people were falling to the ground.

  It looked like a pulse, some kind of light emanating from the spacecraft, which was hovering above the town. As the light hit the earth, the people fell to the ground. It wasn’t like a fast faint but more of a slow-motion fall to the floor. There was no violence in the action; it was just the same as feathers falling to the floor.

  “As you can see Elita, we do not mean any harm to your race,” Christik said with her lovely, soft smile.

  Zanika placed her hand on mine, and I felt calmness spread throughout my body. I was grateful to her for helping calm my emotions. I could see from what they were showing me that they weren’t a threat to us.

  Next were images of the angels appearing on the ground in the city. There were more angels than I could count. They were finding a human and then using their power to elevate them off the floor, then they’d abruptly disappear in a white flash of light.

  The image changed yet again as I watched the angels re-appear inside one of their ships. The angels moved the elevated sleeping humans into large hospital-looking rooms.

  The rooms were draped with the same sheer veils like the veils in the birthing room, and they laid the people gently on the beds. There were rows and rows of adults and children.

  Fascinated, I watched as angels with the same blue hair color as Harrik and Zanika clean one of the children, who looked about 10 years old. They were seeing to the female child’s wounds, using their power to heal her and then putting an IV looking device into her arm.

  My heart ached in my chest as I took in the horrific state of the child. She was skin and bone with her eyes sunk into her once beautiful little face. Her curly black hair was matted with dirt, and her cheekbones were far to pronounced in her small face.

  I bet I could have counted every little rib in her tiny thin frame. I could see that she had been starving and was severely dehydrated. I thought I could see sores around her mouth, on her small hands and down her shins, just below the hem of her filthy blue shorts.

  The image changed again, showing the same little girl, only this time she looked perfect. She was lying on a hospital bed, dressed in a white gown and covered with a thin silvery sheet. Her long, black, curly hair was shiny and clean, splaying out in a halo.

  Her soft skin was now glowing a rich, deep brown. There were no sores anywhere that I could see, and her beautiful little face looked so peaceful. She looked so healthy now she had put on weight.

  “Wow,” I said aloud.

  All the angels smiled at me. They all looked so utterly pleased with themselves, and I wondered if it was because of what they had done, or my response to it. Either way, they obviously really cared about us and our planet. I quickly felt humbled to be in their presence.

  “As you can see Elita, we have healed all your people,” Jakiz said warmly.

  The image changed to the little girl again, who was now in a large room with many other children and adults. All were dressed in white smocks and trousers or white dresses. They were sitting in a huge semi-circle, surrounding two angels who were obviously talking to them. Neither the children or the adults seemed afraid, and they all looked the picture of health.

  “Once they were healed, and we introduced ourselves, we explained to your people why we
were here Elita,” Christik stated. “We then transported them to our holding structures, where your people could develop and build new communities. They help each other heal from all the trauma and loss that they have been through.”

  Again, the image before us changed, showing the inside of a holding structure with happy, healthy people. They were talking, laughing and were so relaxed it made my heart happy to see them.

  “If I’ve been asleep for five years.....”

  I started to say, but suddenly there was the sound of a huge explosion some distance away. The whole room shook from the force of it. It was so loud that I thought the glass doors to the meeting room were going to shatter to pieces.

  It was truly terrifying, and all five of my hosts jumped up from their seats. The image before us instantly disappeared. I followed quickly as the angels moved hurriedly to the massive control room that I’d seen when we’d entered.

  There were alarming noises and flashing lights in all directions. I could feel the panic in the room and the fear the angels were feeling. As I looked out of the massive, glistening window and into the distance, I watched in horror as another explosion erupted from one of the rig-shaped crafts out to sea. It was already an inferno. Flames were engulfing the craft in a blaze of red, orange and green smoke that billowed into the clear blue sky.

  The look of horror and sadness on the angels’ faces that surrounded me told me that there were angels on the rig craft. I could feel the despair in the air, it was so strong.

  I stood frozen to the spot, wanting to help in some way but knowing there was nothing that I could do. It felt like slow motion as the angels moved around me, giving urgent commands in their own language.

  Then swiftly, every one of the angels moved in front of the massive, shimmering window. Rows and rows of them, all facing outwards towards the fiery scene. One by one, they raised their arms with their palms facing in the direction of the ocean and the burning rig craft. Their palms began to glow a bright white, and as my eyes diverted to the burning inferno, I wasn’t quite sure I believed what I was seeing.