Descended by Debra Miller Page B

did every mission together and spent all of their free time with each other. Fallon was in love with Gabriel, but that love was her secret that had never been shared with anyone. Guardians did not have those kinds of relationships. It was not that it wasn’t allowed, it was just one of those things that was rare among them. The Guardians were an elite group of stoic beings that devoted their entire existence to protecting the gates and the world below. They were devoted to the cause, not to soul mating.
    Fallon knew what she had to do. Every soul has a documented journal of history beginning with creation. When any soul is created, born or otherwise, it is followed and can be viewed at any time through their soul diary. Fallon needed to know how and why Violet came to them. No one was told how Violet came to their world, only that she arrived unexpectedly and no questions were to be asked. As Guardians, they are taught to obey the commands given to them without question. However, this practice seemed to be wearing thin with some of the Guardians and they were beginning to show resistance. Fallon needed to know and would risk everything to find out.
    She rem embered hearing that the soul diaries were kep t hidden somewhere in Camulus ’ chambers. Fallon nervously took a few stealth -like footsteps toward the chamber and glanced around the room to make sure no one was watching. Then she looked to the golden angel perched on a pedestal at the back of the room and said, “God help me make this be the right decision for all of us.” Fallon put her hand on the wings of the angel and they began to move. This startled Fallon and she jumped back knocking over the chair with a loud “ kerplunk ”!
    “Gosh, maybe this is my sign. Maybe this is not the right decision,” Fallon thought to herself. “What am I doing?” she wondered. “No, I can’t do this!” Fallon decided she needed to let it be, for now anyways. She picked up the chair and placed it back at the desk.  Then she looked at the angel with its wings still fluttering and walked back over to it.
    “Great, how do I stop the wings from flapping?” she wondered. Fallon slowly put her hand on the wings to stop them from moving and they began fluttering faster and faster, sending the golden angel in flight all the way to the top of the chamber ceiling.
    “No, no, no!” she shouted nervously watching the statue go higher and higher. And then it happened, the point at which there was no turning back for Fallon. The wall behind the angel had opened up during the golden angel’s ascent to the ceiling of the chamber. Fallon thought that was her sign and she decided to enter the room. There was a mountain of tiny angel pendants encased behind the wall.  They were the soul diaries. She walked slowly down the hall with her hands placed on the wall, searching for the one that belonged to Violet. The problem was Fallon couldn’t tell the difference between any of them. They all appeared exactly alike.
    “Ok, I guess I was wrong about the sign thing.  I don’t think I am supposed to be in here searching for Violet’s diary.” Fallon changed her mind again, thinking this was a really bad idea.
    “I don’t even know what her full name is, no one does!  I’ll never find her in here.  It’s impossible!” she yelled distressed by it all.
    “Darn it Violet …Violet…Violet DOE!” she yelled.
    Suddenly, one of the angel pendants glided off the shelf and floated over to where she stood.
    “Clever,” she thought amazed by the flight the little angel took when the name of the soul was called out.
    It fluttered its wings for a moment, hovering in front of Fallon, and then dropped straight into the palm of her hand. Fallon couldn’t believe her eyes. “Could it be?” she wondered. “Is it?  It has to be,” she said looking at the pendant.  It was apparent to Fallon that no one knew Violet’s full name. “How could that be,” she thought to herself. “Surely