Forty five

I awoke the next morning enveloped in both Michael and Adrian's wings. The light and dark contrast was beautiful. I felt oddly safe and empty at the same time. I was starting to feel the missing pieces of my soul. I need to find my other guardians. I could feel the faint pulls of them in every direction. Should I make my way to the weakest and further pull or the closest and strongest pull? Through our connection, I knew the guys knew the decision I was trying to make. “Any thoughts?” I asked no one in particular. Michael answered me, “Furthest and weakest Little Goddess.” “ Well, shall we be off then?”

Flying high in the sky, following the direction of the pull, leaving the dense, lush forest behind us, and the Mediterranean Sea before us. The pull getting stronger with each passing second. And then nothing, the energy just disappeared no trace of it. I stopped and hovered above the sea, putting all my concentration in the faint energy trying to figure out which direction to go.