"Then, if Angeal came here having no difficulty at all then—"
"Correct."
Heraleen interrupted, crossing her arms in front of her chest as a small smile appeared on her face, further telling her sons of what she knows.
"According to my father, your grandfather, the Heavenly Star, Angeal is an angel—a powerful one at that."
Devin and Levin still couldn't believe what they heard. They looked at each other for a while, then back at their mother, Heraleen, disbelief still obvious on the expression of their faces.
"What do you mean that Angeal is a powerful angel? How is that even possible?"
It was Levin who asked the question for his brother. With Devin still looking at sleeping Angeal on the floating cloud before them, he held her hand, the fact of her being an angel running in his mind.
'Angeal is an angel…'
'Angeal is an angel…'
'Angeal is an angel…'
