Darkness enveloped Elijah, and his body kept falling into the dark abyss. He knew that he was dying, and he knew that when he died he would never go to what is called heaven.
But where is the place? Hell?
Suddenly his already descending body stopped in mid-air. A faint white light tore through the great web of darkness, and in that white light he saw a silhouette appear.
The figure grew in the white light, which presently chased away the surrounding darkness. Elijah looked up, and saw a woman standing in the white light. The woman's body was dressed in a silver and white dress, her bare skin was as white as the moonlight, and her long light blonde hair flowed behind her.
She was beautiful, frightfully beautiful.
" Lift your head, my son." The woman's voice seemed heavenly, and her golden eyes held an invisible majesty.
" Who are you?" Elijah looked up at the woman standing in the white beam of light.
