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Chapter 3 - 3     GIFTED

Humans gave us a nickname. Indigo. Some people even call it as a gift.

Indigo was an unidentified hue in between blue and purple. Some of you call it violet.

It's complicated but undeniably beautiful. And somehow, you can find it in the rainbow spectrum.

It all started in the nineteenth century when western scientists have taken this matter seriously. There were some reports of us. The children are blessed with special abilities. Something illogical. Something beyond human knowledge to be understood and accepted. Something that is pretty much close and equal with a supernatural phenomenon. No experts or theories could explain this. Some experts even connect us with extra-terrestrial things like abductions by UFOs or something like that. Hahaha… what a stupid insane theory!!

If we looked back through human history, far beyond the scientist even existed, we were already here. Starting from the first human and ancient kingdoms, we were there. Our existence was known and valued even more than the noblemen in that era. We were often worshipped and claimed to resemble the gods. A new entity. Special kinds who are blessed with many abilities and talents. Much better than other humans. Few of us are even blessed with supernatural blessings like foreseeing the future, seeking into someone's past, communicating with the dead. Clairvoyants, enchanters or enchantresses, exorcists, faith healers, inyanga, and mind readers are some of us.

In the human world, some of us are so prominent and widely known in history. Take Imhotep, the great chancellor for the pharaoh during ancient Egypt for instance. He is also known as a high priest for Ra, the sun god for Egyptian people in that era. Not to mention Socrates, Plato, and Leonardo Da Vinci during the Renaissance in Europe.

How do you recognize us?

Easy.

We are solitaire. Crowded places are beyond our liking. Our points of view and thoughts are completely different from the common logic. We love nature and metaphysics. Some people call us geniuses since we are blessed with lots of talents and abilities. Some of us are jack of trades in specific subjects, like art and music. Some of us are prodigies in literature and languages. If someday, you found these traits of people that you had known before, perhaps, he or she is indigo.

Until now, we exist and spread all over the world. Walking, talking, and blend in billions of human races among you in a circle of time.

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ILIYA NARA POV - 1993

Do you believe in GOD?

Do I? Am I? I don't know. And I don't want to answer that question either. If GOD resembles all mercy and kindness in this world. He is supposed to bring grace and blessing to everyone, right? At least to my family. As long as I remembered, no good things and fortunes ever knock at our front door. Instead, what happened was the total opposite. My grandparents died caused by arson inside their house. It was nighttime, and both of them were sleeping peacefully when the fire started to lit up and burned everything. Nothing was left behind, except for two dead bodies twirled up on their bed. No one saw or knew the culprit who did this. My parents attended the burial and afterward, we decided to move. During that woeful period, my mom often tells me about GOD and what He has done to make us, humans, have a better life and that we should enjoy everything that we have right now. How He created the earth and gave us the responsibility to take care of it. At first, I believed them. Maybe because I was too young at that time or maybe because I like the way she tells me the stories. Sitting on her lap, laying my head on her breast, hearing her heartbeat, and closing my eyes while she keeps being a faithful storyteller. Then, I would instantly drift to sleep. Those moments were heavenly peaceful for me. We were not rich. But at last, we were content and happy. We have one another. I did remember that I was three or four years old at that time.

As time goes by, I realized something strange about our little family. My dad would do odd jobs to support us financially. My mom would stay at home all the time and never, ever let me get far away from her. At first, I thought it was good and the right thing to do, because she's my mom and I was part of her responsibility. But I was never been so wrong in my life.

They're strangely terrified and scared of something. I don't know what it is. My ability hasn't awakened yet and the way my parents acted was different from other people. We lived as nomads. We had been moving places to one place and another now and then. People often looked and avoided our family like a plague. I know we were hiding but from who and why that's something I never figured out until today. The answers.

Before I could ask them further, I met them in another circumstance.

Death.

And my world stopped spinning around afterward. I was ten that time.

My first burial was when the burned body of my grandparents lay six feet underground.

My second burial was my parents'. My eyes are hazy and I couldn't think straight anymore. I keep repeating the same question over and over.

"He would have never forsaken us, Iliya. Not even once…"

That was what she told me. Her stupid faith because she was a believer.

If GOD is good, why do all these things happen to us? To my parents? To me? What did I do in the past to get such a punishment like this?

I burst out in tears. Howling in sorrow and pain like I never did before. Soaring all the miseries I kept hidden all these years.

GOD, can't you see it? I'm all alone. Nobody will take care of me anymore. Why are You doing this to me?

He never answered me. Of course, why would He? I'm nothing. Just a speck of dust. But I have a choice.

I choose not to believe in Him.

Ever.

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AZALEL POV - 1993

Done!

I did some checklists on my assignments today. Blizzard in Alaska. Sandstorm at Sahara. Heavy rain in West Sumatera, Indonesia. Sunny day in Tennessee, United States. Cloudy day in New Mexico. Dry season all over China.

I read them all over again. Hoping that I have done it well, as usual, this time. Then, I heard something inside my head. A telepathic message from my employer, Barachiel.

"Yes?" I replied to him shortly.

"Azalel?"

"Do you have free time now?"

I nodded and answered him. Again. I know what his lines exactly would be after this and I was murmuring it now.

"Azalel, I have a job for you…"

See? He's so predictable.

"I need you to pick up someone…"

I chuckled. Another human soul will be sent directly to heaven because of their good deeds. An easy task.

"Where should I go?"

He sent me a coordinate into my head and in the next second, I arrived on the scene. It was a hospital. A place that never takes to my liking because whenever I was there, I always smell the same odor.

Death.

Humans are strange creatures. They create and build this place to heal people whom they love dearly the most. But, instead of recuperating, most of them end up in this miserable place. Well, a duty is a duty. It must be done whatever it takes.

So here I am. Standing and walking around people who are almost always in a rush. It has always been like this in the emergency unit. I'm getting used to it. After a while, I arrived at two beds. The medical team was so busy saving a couple who looked injured. IVs are everywhere. Monitoring their heartbeats and pulse without a pause. However, this couple are getting weaker and weaker as time passes by. Their breaths shortened. Their heartbeats are also getting slower. A sign that life will no longer belong to them. Two nurses are activating the defibrillator machines for giving shocks to their chests. Hoping that their hearts would give a slight sign of vitality. Wishful thinking while they are trying their best to save another life.

I watched the whole scene and yawned. As an angel, I've been familiarized myself with these things since a long long time ago.

A scene when they are finally unleashed from their physical body and let go of what was left behind.

"You…"

I gasped. A dying woman in that same room is looking directly towards me with her bloody eyes and puffy breath. Telling me that she was using his final strength to communicate with me. I walked a step forward. Facing her. Trying to grant her final wish.

"How can I help you, Madam?"

She said nothing but then, she stretched her hand to me. Giving me a signal to touch and held her hand. I walked forward and touched her. Suddenly, a stream of her memories abruptly entered my head. Filling my brain with a million pictures of her moments with a small girl. A young lady who has a smile as bright as a morning sun.

"Please take care of her…"

She whispered before she closed her eyes peacefully. A name is echoing inside my heart.

Iliya Nara.