ADYNATON

The light from outside begins flowing in from the window. Even though my eyes are closed, I know 

it’s coming. Silently creeping up the ladder of the bunk bed, slowly crawling on the mattress, then grabbing me softly and rocking me. “Twinny wake up, it’s morning.” Just like every morning, my twin brother Ambrosial wakes me up as soon as he can see the light of day. Why doesn’t he cling to the other two like this? 

 

As I sit up I’m greeted with Ambrosial’s innocent smile and playful eyes. His pure dove-white hair 

lays in stark contrast with my fiery-red hair. Then there’s the matter of the golden haired Sue and Van. The four of us may not look alike, but Mother created us at the same, so we identify as twins. 

We four angels were created to aid Mother in watching over and protecting the mortal world. Each 

of us was given a specific role to fulfill. Ambrosial is the Angel of Destiny; Mother gave him the power to see the future of humanity. Van is the Angel of Death; unlike us, the mortals don’t live forever, so when their time comes, Van collects their souls and takes them to, um, I don’t know, I’ll have to ask him. Then there’s Sue, the Angel of War. She’s less involved with mortals and instead just keeps demons away from Mother’s world. Ambrosial and Van don’t care much for fighting, so I act as Sue’s sparring partner. Finally there’s me, Seraph, and my job isn’t that important. I am the Angel of Wishes, so my personal journal collects a mortal’s three greatest wishes, and I use my judgement to determine whether they should be granted or not. That’s our purpose in a nutshell. Despite our childish appearance, we have a lot of work to do. Luckily for us, the world is still pretty new.

 

I turn toward the other bunk bed adjacent to mine; it seems Van and Sue are still asleep--not 

surprising. Ambrosial is always the first one up, mainly because he’s always up. Due to the nature of 

Ambrosial’s power, he needs to keep one eye covered and one eye open at all times, so he pretty much never sleeps; not that we need sleep, it just feels good to rest. I’m not entirely sure what happens if both eyes are open or both eyes are closed; I just know that Ambrosial freezes up like a mortal having a seizure. So Ambrosial covers his right eye with his hair, and he’s learned to never blink, which is impressive since the rest of us still do.

 

“Come on Twinny! Let’s play!” Ambrosial says joyously. He always refers to us by nicknames he 

came up with.

 

“All right, let’s go.” Ambrosial and I climb down the bunk bed of the ladder and head outside. With 

Ambrosial in the lead, we head to the garden he and Van work on. He said to come play but it’s really just walking around, or sitting around, or talking, or-

 

“Twinny, can you sing that song again?”

 

Or singing... “So early?” I ask. Ambrosial loves musical things, so our nickname for him is 

Composer, not that we ever use it. But even still, he hardly ever asks us to sing first thing in the morning, and if there is singing in the morning it’s usually Ambrosial.

 

“I can’t stop thinking about HIM.”Ambrosial’s voice is rather quiet. HIM, referring to our father. We don’t call him by HIS name. When the four of us were born, HE tried to kill us. According to Mother, it wasn’t until our birth that HE went crazy. It wasn’t a coincidence either. HE shares the same power as Ambrosial; in other words HE can see the future. HE was saying that one of us was going to wreak havoc on the mortal world, which in turn would cause a panic for us. HE was sealed away, but HIS prophecy haunts the four of us. It wasn’t until recently we found out about the prophecy. According to HIS prophecy, the guilty one will not know they are the traitor at first. But as soon as they are corrupted by the gift, they will know they are the traitor, and accept it. We don’t know what the gift is, 

but we all trust each other. We’re family. Although I have to admit, I’m scared of myself; scared of being the traitor. I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I can’t have too much pride in myself. If not for the mortals, then for the sake of my twins, I have to keep an eye on myself.

 

“So can you sing it?” Ambrosial asks again.

 

“Yeah, I can.” I know his fear; it’s the same as mine. Ambrosial is by far the sweetest out of all of us. 

Ambrosial and I sit down on a patch of grass as I try to calm his nerves.

 

Ash and embers fall far from the fire

Carried away by natures gentle breeze

Never to follow a shameless hierarchy

And with its gentle flame will burn away all the pain

 

Soon enough, Ambrosial starts humming along. I have no idea why he’d want me to sing, Van would 

probably be better suited for singing. My voice is nowhere near as good as theirs, but Ambrosial always ask me to sing instead of the others, so I guess I have some talent.

 

As the day passes in our peaceful realm, I can’t imagine why any of us would ruin it. We have no idea 

when the traitor will appear, or maybe there already is a traitor. There is one way to know who the traitor is. When Mother created us, we were destined to be honest; if we were to tell a lie, we would suffer from a horrible illness. We can simply ask who the traitor is, but if we did, we’d have to doubt each other. Do the others doubt me? I don’t know...

 

They say I am Humility.