An Alari, or angel, from Windfallow, after centuries leading and protecting his beloved planet is ‘sung home’. The end piece of the Chronicles of Windfallow, a double trilogy, soon to be released in print; now on Kindle.
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Angari and his glorious companions rose through the blue-green sky of Windfallow. As the home he’d known for centuries grew small and remote, the Alari concentrated on the brilliant light toward which they moved. Brighter than a billion stars, it beckoned them onward. When they had reached the outermost brilliance, his companions halted. Golden put his hands on Angari’s shoulders and spoke for all, “My brother, we are now parted for a time. You go to the Creator as His beloved servant. We will meet again when all have come home! Farewell!”
Angari was alone in the brightness. He walked now on lush grass surrounded by sights and sounds so pure it made him weep. Far ahead he saw figures coming to meet him. Could it be? Stiltz? Sparrow? Zach? One by one they came to meet him. Silent, but with smiling faces and outstretched hands, they walked with him. Others joined them, kings and queens he had known through the centuries, joined in song and the brilliance increased. It came not from stars but from the multitudes who came to greet him. And there was more. He knew the One who waited for him. Yes. He was home.
As Angari moved into his home, a small planet slipped into orbit around the light. Bathed in swirls of color, she shone with ruby, diamond, emerald, amethyst….
