look at the moon

Instructions

Kurtis -- or rather, Espace now -- looked into the distance. He saw a shadowed figure emerging from the darkness and coming into the moon's bright light. It couldn't be... It was the Muslim girl he saved during the Pilgrimage. But... If she was here that meant... she must have died. Espace felt his heart sink. All the innocence in the younger girl's eyes most likely meant nothing to the monsters that craved that "ticket to Heaven" that the lousy Pope Urban spoke about. Why would he ever believe a bluff like that..? Espace regretted even stepping one foot out of the Kingdom of France. He left his family and his own pride. The girl stepped slowly towards him. She looked different this time. Instead of dark brown, her hair was a light teal. Probably an effect of the transformation. The long white dress she wore dragged on the ground yet it never became dirty. Her wings were tucked away into her back but Espace knew they were beautiful. She looked beautiful, yet her expression seemed rather negative. Blatant disappointment and sadness spread across her face which made Espace feel even worse than he already did. "Seems that rescue didn't work for too long. Sadly my hero had to be sent above before I could escape completely." The girl spoke in a language that Espace could strangely understand. "C-Can you speak French...?" "No. Heaven is a place for all people so I don't think language barriers matter here." Silence passed between the both of them before the girl spoke again. "Seems like you're part of the Human Angel program as well. You must be a very blessed man with a heart of gold." Espace looked away and sighed. "Afraid not, my lady. Being part of that tragedy should've landed me directly into the Dark World." He spoke out with guilt in his tone as he sat down on the fresh grass. The girl sat next to him. "You saved me." "But I have killed more than one." Espace pushed back the hair in his face. "I was Kurtis, a foolish Frenchman that killed for a reward. Now I'm Espace, Angel of Space. How about you?" The girl looked up at the moon. "Well, I guess I was Nasreen. A young Arabic girl who enjoyed life while it lasted. Now I'm Tabiea, Angel of Nature." "That's a beautiful name." Espace complimented and Tabiea giggled. She stuck out her hand and a red flower came together petal by petal. She handed it to the boy by her side. "Here. Whenever I look at flowers I feel more at ease." Espace gently and slowly took the flower out of her hand. He twirled it around by twisting his fingers and studied the object. It was beautiful. The fragrance smelled lovely and he immediately felt stress-free. He smiled. "Thank you." Tabiea smiled back and held Espace's other hand. This was the beginning of something great. A Roman, a Frenchman, and an Arabian. Only one left to fill the place of Emotion. The three may have to wait years, maybe decades, maybe centuries. Whenever it was, the Frenchman and the Arabian had plenty of time to work on their friendship and maybe their... romance.