The next morning after Aram found Dara, she finally woke. Her grunt woke Aram who sat on the floor, laying with his head on the bed as he slept. "You're awake?" he asked.
"Where am I, Aram?" she asked. She looked terrified, because she never had to sleep and therefor never lost track of time. She wondered what happened to her during the time she had to sleep.
"You're safe, Dara. I promise. You're in my home. Are you thirsty?" he asked as he stood up. Dara tried to move, but she couldn't. "Keep still, Dara. You're still hurt." He touched her shoulder and softly pushed her back to lie down.
He walked away and brought her a cup of water. "Here. It's okay. It won't hurt you. It's water." She took the cup from him and took a sip. It tasted strange. Not the sweet taste like the water from Heaven.
"Thank you, Aram," she said and gave him back the cup. He smiled at her and then his gaze turned from her eyes to her wings. "Your wing..." he started. In disappointment, she looked down, trying to hide the pain she was in.
"I'll never be able to go back Home. I can't fly," she said softly.
"Where is your home?" he asked.
"Why, Heaven of course." Aram looked confused. It saddened Dara to realized that not all the people on earth believed in the glorious kingdom of Heaven.
"Heaven is an extraordinary place. It's peaceful and beautiful. There, no one feels pain or get sad. My father, God, He's the king of kings. The alpha and the omega. The beginning and the end. I just wish I knew how to go Home."
"What is your father like?" Aram asked. He never knew his father and wondered about the qualities of a father. How a father should behave and how a father should take care of his family.
"My Father, is also your father. You might have been born on earth, but you were created by God. Just like me, I was created. He's your Heavenly Father. The father you had, he's your earthly father. My Father, He is good, kind and caring. He gets sad when His children are hurt. He loves all His children. His only desire is that all His children will love Him too. He is love and light. He is everything to me. I love my Father with all of my heart. But there was a war."
Aram was intrigued. He sat on the bed with her and listened as she spoke. "What war?" he asked.
"Well, this war's one of the biggest you'll ever know. Just like me, there were other angels. Each of us had our own duties. For example, my brother, Michael he's a commander in our Father's army. His duty is to protect. My other brother, Raphael, his duty is to heal. I have seven brothers. But they are different from me. They are known as the archangels. But all the other angels are also my brothers and sisters. And some are not anymore."
Ava came in the room and said, "Good morning."
"Good morning, Mother," Aram said.
"Good morning, Mother," Dara said, thinking that Mother was her name. She chuckled and said, "Good morning, my dear."
She laughed and walked away. "Why is she doing that?" Dara asked.
"She's laughing because she thinks you are adorable. You called her 'Mother', but her name is Ava," Aram explained.
"Well, if her name is Ava, why do you call her Mother?"
"Like your father, he has a name. His name is God, right? Well, you call him 'Father'. She is my mother, her name is Ava, but I call her 'Mother'." A small smile appeared on Dara's face. And her eyes sparkled.
"Can I call her 'Mother'?" Dara asked.
"If you want to," Amar said.
"What happened to your brothers and sisters?" Aram asked.
"Father loved all His angels. He loved one angel in particular. His name is Lucifer. He was beautiful and good. But he and one third of my brothers and sisters, turned against our Father in a revolt. Lucifer wanted to be Father. And so he had sinned. Father was devistated and opened the gates of Heaven and the angels fell. They were shunned from Heaven, my Home."
"Why did you fall?" Aram asked.
"One of my brothers pulled me down with him when he fell. I think Father will let me go back, but I need to wait for my wing to heal. I can't fly yet, Aram."
"How long will you stay?" Aram asked.
"As long as it takes for my wing to heal. Then, I will fly back Home. Can I stay with you, please?" she asked. Dara had nowhere else to go. Besides, she felt safe with Aram. She knew that he would take care of her. After all, he's been taking care of her even though she didn't ask.
"You can stay as long as you like," Aram said.
"Thank you," she said.
"Tell me more about your Father."
"Everything you see, touch and hear is part of His creation. He created light, the ocean and the fish, He created the birds and the trees. He created everything. He worked for six days and on the seventh day, He rested. In Heaven, my brothers and sisters and I, we would dance and sing for Him. We enjoy it so much. We laugh and dance and sing. He takes care of us. When one of us got hurt, He would run to us and help us. We are stronger when we are with Him. We don't need to sleep or eat. All we need is Father. And you need Him too. All of us need Him."
"Do I still need to eat and sleep?" Aram asked. Dara chuckled at him and replied, "Yes. You still need to eat and sleep. You'll grow tired and weak without it. But you need Father in your life, to let Him guide you so that He can take more care of you. Mother too. All of us."
Aram smiled. He wondered more about Father. "Can I see Father?" he asked.
"No. No one can see Father. If you did, you would die. That's why He communicates with people through other things. He doesn't want us to die or to get hurt. That's where faith comes in. Do you know what faith is?"
Aram shook his head. "Faith is to believe in what you cannot see. I've seen Father, but never clearly. I know Him. No one can see Him, but you need to believe in Him. And when you do, that's when you have faith. Having faith is like having hope. Without faith, our lives are empty and cold. But with Father, we have joy and light."
Aram wanted to know more... So, he asked more questions. "Does Father know me?"