Fire Prophet (Son of Angels) by Jerel Law

she’d never sniffed a B in her life. “No, grades have no use for us here. We expect you to be more motivated by a desire to use your exceptional gifts and to please Elohim in everything.”
    The angel went on to review what they had learned that night and what they would be doing for their lessons over the next week. She encouraged them to sleep late in the morning, but not to miss their required tutoring classes with the nuns, which would meet at one o’clock. Some of the kids high-fived each other. Jonah had never been asked by a teacher to sleep in before.
    “And don’t miss a meal either,” she said. “A quarterling will be no good in battle if he or she is not rested and well-fed.”
    She raised her hand and popped herself on the head. “Ah! And I almost forgot . . . before we leave tonight, there is one more thing. From time to time, you will have an opportunity to receive updates from your parents.”
    Jeremiah fist-pumped the air. A wave of chatter rushed over the room.
    She continued, “You will be able to check in with your guardian angels. Even though you cannot talk face-to-face withyour parents right now, you can at least find out how they are doing.”
    She motioned to Samuel now. “Instructor Samuel?”
    He nodded his head, stepped forward, and began giving the students instructions. Soon, they were each standing with an angel in different parts of the room, spread out from one another. Brothers and sisters were together, of course, so Jonah, Eliza, and Jeremiah stood in the corner of the room. The warrior angel Taryn stood with them.
    “Of course, we know that Henry is a warrior angel now,” she said. “But he was among the angels who transported your parents to their secure location, and with Cassandra not having been recovered yet, his assignment involves checking on them frequently. We figure you’d like to know how they’re doing.”
    “I’ve been thinking about them all day,” said Jeremiah. Jonah realized he felt the same, even though he didn’t want to admit it out loud. In the middle of everything that had happened that day, his parents had constantly been in the background of his mind.
    Taryn nodded. “Okay, then. Ready?” Jonah wasn’t exactly sure what he should get ready for, but they each said yes and watched the fire-haired angel raise her hands and close her eyes.
    Within seconds, wind began to swirl around them and their hair began to blow wildly, although Jonah noticed that it didn’t blow any of the books or papers around the library. It was like a mini-tornado, swirling around the four of them until they couldn’t see outside its walls. Strangely, though, it made no noise at all. Jeremiah stood between Jonah and Eliza, holding both of their hands tightly.
    Taryn finally opened her eyes. “This is an Angelic Vortex. It is how we communicate with each other around the world.” Sheclosed her eyes again, concentrating. Suddenly, in front of them, a large image began to appear on the Vortex. It was fuzzy at first, but grew clear and focused.
    “Henry!” said Eliza. The teenage-looking warrior angel faced them, offering them a smile and a wave.
    “Hi there, everyone!” said Henry. “All of the Stone kids at once. Wonderful!”
    “Henry!” Jonah said. “It’s good to see you again.”
    Henry appeared to be standing on a darkened street or in an alleyway somewhere. It was impossible to know exactly where he was from the image in front of them.
    “Hi, Henry!” said Jeremiah. “This is awesome!”
    Henry grinned at the boy. “I know, Jeremiah. Pretty cool, huh? Just like being inside a tornado. Well, almost.”
    Eliza spoke up again. “So how are Mom and Dad doing, Henry? What can you tell us?”
    “Yes, well,” he began, “they are safe and sound. We made it here to our secure location undercover, and it seems we weren’t noticed by any of the Fallen or anyone else they might have working for them. They are hidden away. Quite concerned about the three of