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I met my love after I died, in fields of white grass and golden trees that were almost as high as the heavens above. He held out his hand and I grasped it cautiously, confused as to where I was. He assisted me to my feet and smiled a charming smile that would make a wilting flower bloom once more. “You are where the lost children go, the ones that are buried beneath the snow.” I giggled at his poetic tongue relishing in the breeze that swept the white land. There were no clouds in the sky above just an oppressive grey that seemed to drain you of your soul the longer you stood in awe of it.

“Heaven.” I breathed as I looked to the white grass below. “Better than hell.” He sighted fiddling with a strand of my hair. “Never touched hair before?” I queried in a cocky manner. “Yes, of course but none like yours.” His eyes were a piercing purple that seemed to capture the soul. His head was burdened with two large creamy rams horns, that were slightly covered by chocolate brown curls that cascaded around his tanned face. My eyes traveled down from his bare chest to his legs, goats legs. This man clearly wasn’t human.

“I know where heaven is.” He voiced as he grasped my hand within his own. “What about hell?” I teased. “Been there too….” He replied his voice dripping with dread. “I’ll take you to heaven, it is my job after all.” He lead me through the golden forest to what he told me was the “Border of the Four.” Which sounded like it was made by the God’s themselves.

The redolent scent of petrichor clouded my nose as I and the charming faun ventured our way to the golden gates. I fell in love with his charming ways and cheeky jokes that would earn him a punch to the shoulder. It was hard to believe that we weren’t already in heaven, we would bathe in ponds of purple water and eat the fruits that fell from the monumental trees that loomed above us.

“What would you prefer, heaven or me?” He questioned in a dulcet tone of voice, winking as he gingerly bit into a curious looking fruit. “Can’t say never been to heaven.” I fiddled with a purple flower admiring it’s soft petals. “I have, it’s nothing special. Just spirits of deceased children that died during the war for peace.” He stomped his hoof upon the ground in a fit of rage. “Those children are in heaven because they are the only innocent ones. Humans, wish for peace yet wage war against their own kind, forbidding them from standing together at their reckoning.” His words were hard and heavy, as most truths sadly are.

“Here it is.” He said with a mourning tone as he stared at what appeared to be nothing, just barren wasteland with wisps moving gracefully with the wind. “What is? There is nothing here but more untouched land.” I went to feel the air but he grasped my wrist with an unyielding grip. “That is the land where the balloons that are whisked away by the wind travel to and rest, this is heaven.” He kneeled before me and pulled out a crown of flowers and gold and one of silver and thorns. He adorned my head with the crown of flowers and his the one of thorns. His purple eyes penetrated mine as he leaned forward and kissed my lips gently as he held both of my hands delicately. He pulled back and smiled his eyes seeming teary.

“After you Queen of flowers and gold.” He chirped. Doing as I was told I did, I crossed the ‘Border of the Four’ into what was then heaven, where the spirits of lost children play. I now had wings of white feathers and the sky was no longer grey but now a warm pink. I took three steps forward and turned to face him. “We made i-“ I stopped mid sentence he wasn’t moving his face contorted into an expression of regret. “I said I’d take YOU to heaven.” He said through tears as he threw his fists angrily against the border that now separated us, he can’t enter heaven. This victory was pyrrhic, he escorted me to my once desired place heaven. My relishing within heaven was only for an evanescent moment before I realized I wasn’t in heaven at all, heaven was with him.

He turned to leave walking back into the golden forest now inure. I spread my new wings and flew, once I crossed the border my wings diminished. So I ran for him. “Silly girl.” Ansentia the Goddess of nature whispered pitifully into my ear. “No one can see an angel my child.” I looked to the sky above and cried. “IF HE CAN’T SEE ME THEN I’LL BE HIS GUARDIAN!” And that is how the Guardian Angels were born, we are not forged by God’s, we are birthed of love.