Enikil's POV
As we knelt on the bedding on either side of Aya, she suddenly sat bolt upright as the blood drained from her face, she whispered the name of Michael. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach. As Aya broke out into terrible sobs. Something was very wrong..
Shingen looked at me with the question I knew he'd ask on his lips. "Who is this 'Michael?'"he was feeling protective of her and I understood why.
Pulling her into my arms, I let her cry all she wanted to. "Michael is an Angel. A servant of God. An extremely powerful creature a bit larger than your average human, and with great big feathered wings." turning back to Aya, I stroked her hair as I rubbed her back rhythmically as I always did.
Slowly she calmed a bit and I lifted her face up to mine by caressing her cheek. "Come now sweetheart, what is all this about Michael?"
