To Earth

I was lying on a meadow, while looking at the starry sky, but even though it was night, everything around me was brightly illuminated. Sure, I couldn't see as far as during the day but the magnificence of the landscape was still apparent: there were towers that touched the sky, fountains with crystal-clear waters, trees with vibrant colors, and much more.               

I immediately recognized the place as soon as I stood up. I was in Paradise, of course. A Paradise so calm and tranquil that it made me feel deaf from the stillness in the air. At least until the sound of laughter carried by the evening breeze broke the silence. 

In the distance, I saw a group of angels. They were engaged in a carefree game, chasing each other. Their wings glowed under the starlight, reflecting a variety of colors that seemed to dance around them, and their long white robes flowed lightly with each movement.

I squinted my eyes to study them better and see if I knew any of them, but something else caught my attention: seven dots in the sky. Given the distance, in that moment, I could only assume they were stars, but soon after, I would actually discover what they really were. 

I then turned back to the angels and, to my surprise, I noticed some familiar faces. Among the group were my five best friends.

Watching them have fun like that, I couldn't help but smile. I wanted to join too, so I tried to shout their names, but something was off. My heart was pounding, and an unpleasant sensation washed over me. I tried to call them a second time but to no avail. Every attempt was useless, because the words wouldn't come out of my mouth.

I was scared. I was scared without yet knowing the reason.

I therefore resigned myself and decided to use my legs to get closer, but shortly after, I fell to the ground.

I got up and looked again in their direction, hoping they'd notice me, but they were no longer there.

Afterward, I felt someone touch my shoulder: it was Helen (one of his best friends). Behind her were all the others. They were all pale with a frightened look. In that istant, I still didn't understand why, but seeing that they were experiencing something similar gave me comfort and freed me. I even managed to playfully joke about how they looked like fools. But as soon as I turned around, I froze again.

In front of me, stood the Archangels, looking down as if I was a bug that was about to be squashed.

In the center was Michael, undoubtedly the most imposing, and next to him were all the others: Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Saraquel, Raguel, and finally Remiel.

"Alright. Listen to me."

At some point, after a few moments, the Archangel Michael started speaking.

"You have been chosen."

He had told us that we had been chosen. Confused, I turned to the others, and needless to say, like me, they hadn't understood the meaning of those words.

I thought it was a good thing, to be honest. I believed I was superior to the other lesser angels. The thought that my best friends and I had been chosen by the seven Archangels in person made me dream big. 

But illusions. Just foolish illusions.

"Relax. There is nothing to be afraid of. Be happy with this announcement. Come on, rejoice."

After telling us to rejoice and seeing our lackluster reaction, his voice turned cold and terrifying.

"I said rejoice."

Then, something struck us without actually touching us. It was a pressure I had never felt before. His presence made me feel so small that I was almost embarrassed to be in that place at that moment. Not only that, but I also struggled to breathe.

Suddenly, angels behind me began to jump, and it was certainly not out of joy. They were terrified, and I couldn't blame them. My best friends followed their example, and we ended up cheering and thanking the Archangels, despite our fear of what they might do to us.

"Good. Now come with us."

Right after those words, Archangel Michael extended his hand as if to signal us to take it and follow him.

However, none of our group had moved a muscle. We remained motionless, still frightened by him.

"What are you waiting for? I said come, didn't I?" he said impatiently. "You want to disobey me?" 

At that point, the dream stops.

With the dreamscape blurring and the outlines of the seven majestic figures and the nearby angels merging into a vortex of indistinct colors and shapes, until dissolving into darkness.

"I wish it had just been a dream, though," I murmured looking around me.

Where I find myself now is not the place where I often sleep, but an old, decrepit room.

The walls, peeling and cracked, and the ceiling, low and covered in cobwebs, created a grim atmosphere. A nauseating smell permeated the air, while a faint, gray light filtered through a small window, adding a sense of desolation to the environment.

"A window from which I cannot escape due to the bars sealing it and...

...these chains that keep me imprisoned." I said as I looked at them with resignation. 

                                                                 Anyway, by now you must have already figured it out, right? I mean, there's only one reason for all this.

"The Archangels..."

The face of each one of them flashed before me: the imposing Michael and the others.

Maybe they orchestrated all this to show us something, or perhaps there's a secret mission only we can undertake. I'm trying to convince myself of that because angels are devoted to the Lord, and the Archangels serve Him with such dedication that it wouldn't surprise me if He were behind this entire scheme. If this is what He desires, then I will act in a way that will please Him. I wouldn't want to doubt, even for a second, those who raised me, you know?

Yet, from another perspective, it's clear: the Archangels deceived us, trapped us, and then...

Sold us to humans.

As slaves.