Divine Destiny - Part Two(Kanesha Andrews) 1987 – It is night time and nine year old Kissara is in her bedroom, asleep. Her bedroom still had the pink and purple theme that her mother came up with before she was born. But now room had a white metal daybed along with a doll house that stood against the right wall, while the dresser drawer was still in the same place. However, books along with crayons and pencils inside of plastic container stood on the top of it.

Next to the bed was a vanity table that laid her comb and brush along with a jewelry box filled with earrings, a necklace and bracelets. Kissara, an adorable child with features reminiscent of both her parents—though she inherited most of her looks from her mother, Alphonetta—slept soundly. Her chest rose and fell gently, her favorite rag doll nestled beside her. The doll, dressed in a pink and purple dress, seemed to offer her comfort.

Without warning, Kissara’s eyes fluttered open. She sat up abruptly, her heart racing for reasons she couldn't quite understand. Fear gripped her as she clutched her rag doll tightly to her chest, seeking solace in its familiar presence. Though she lay back down and squeezed her eyes shut, sleep eluded her.

As she lay there, a comforting thought drifted into her mind, something her mother often told her: “Talk to God; He is always ready and willing to listen.” Kissara whispered into the stillness of the room, “God, I can’t sleep. Please help me go back to sleep.”

As if her whispered words were a lullaby, the tension in her small body began to melt away. Her heartbeat slowed, and a sense of peace washed over her. Before she knew it, her eyelids grew heavy, and she found herself drifting back sleep.

You cannot be here…..Go back home for now!

Inside his and Alphonetta’s bedroom, Oscar felt a jolt of energy that jolted him awake. Sitting up slowly, he carefully swung his legs over the side of the bed, careful not to disturb Alphonetta. The energy was so strong that it lead him outside his house and towards Kissara’s bedroom window. Standing there, at Kissara’s bedroom window was a boy, he appeared to be about eleven years old.

“Who are you?” Oscar said aloud.

The boy turned and regarded Oscar with a curious gaze. The boy’s eyes were quite unusual, a mix of gray and brown. His complexion, a light natural color and his hair, an unusual mix of blonde, black and brown. He was dressed in a gray tee shirt, jeans, but he was barefoot. The boy's prolonged stare held no hint of fear, but rather a sense of quiet observation

“Who are you?” Oscar asked him again.

The boy remained silent, his gaze unwavering. Then, without warning, a radiant glow began to emanate from his body, enveloping him in a celestial light. The light intensified, swirling and pulsating until it erupted into a dazzling, fiery display, eerily reminiscent of the transformation Oscar underwent when he assumed his Angyprx form.

Go home, Zaen!

Oscar recognized the voice as that of God, a profound and unmistakable presence that seemed to echo through the very fabric of existence. The divine being was addressing the boy, and Oscar felt a surge of awe and reverence as he witnessed this sacred interaction.

“Creator, who is this boy?” Oscar asked.

The boy's gaze remained fixed on Oscar as he began to ascend, his body slowly rising into the air.

“Take care of her, Aerex….For Kissara and I will be together in the future” the boy said in an otherworldly voice and then he zoomed off into the night sky.

“God...who was that boy and what does he want with Kissara?” Oscar asked.

There is a grand destiny awaiting Kissara, Oscar and Zaen is a part of it.

Upon hearing those words, Oscar understood the divine message, but he also recognized the wisdom of silence. As Oscar went back inside, his mind filled with contemplation. He checked on Kissara, finding her asleep, her rag doll clutched tightly in her arms. A warm smile graced his lips as he gently closed the door, leaving her in peaceful slumber.

“My Little Kisa, there is so much waiting for you. I can only hope that when the time comes that I can explain it to you” said Oscar and he went back to bed.

Meanwhile, the boy soared through the night sky.

You shouldn’t have gone to see her, Zaen. She knows nothing of what she is. Not at this time

Forgive me, but I wanted to see her. Every since I saw her face in my dreams.

I do understand, but she does not know of what she is. She is a rarity, Zaen, much like you are.

I know. May I see her again?

Only in your dreams, Zaen. You cannot approach her again. Give her time...she is only a child.

As am I.

Yes, but unlike you…..she is not destined to know now. Despite commonality that you and Kissara share, she is not meant to know what she is at this time.

Will she ever know of me?

There will be times when she will see your face, but she will not know what you are to her. Your face will remain with her, but she will not be aware. All that she will know is that your face, your image continues to be with her….she will be drawn to anyone who resembles you. Deep down, she’ll have a feeling, but she will not fully understand it. Give her time.

Yes, God

The boy soared through the air, his heart pounding as he approached the row house in San Francisco. With a final burst of energy, he landed gracefully on the roof. He made an impossible leap down to the ground, landing softly and silently before sneaking inside. As he crept upstairs to his room, he closed the door quietly behind him.

His room was typical for an eleven-year-old boy. The twin bed was covered with a simple dark blue comforter, and his desk was cluttered with drawings of space and comic books. Posters of music artists adorned the walls, and a drum set occupied a corner of the room.

“Alec! Are you awake?” a woman’s voice called out.

“Yeah, but I’m heading to bed, Mom,” Alec replied.

“Alright, it’s 11:30 am...get some sleep,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am,” Alec responded, pulling off his jeans and putting on dark gray pajama pants. He climbed into bed and gazed at the night sky through the window.

“I will see you one day...my soulmate,” he whispered, closing his eyes.

Zaen, the boy's true name, is an Angyprx— the child of a Angyprx and Pyrae a rare mating. His parents had entrusted him to human guardians who were well-versed in the ways of both Angyprx and Pyrae. They named him Alec Gibson and raised him as their own. Alec became aware of Kissara a few months ago as he kept seeing her face in his dreams. He knew that she is his soulmate and they are to be Ember Consorts. It’s why he soared across the night sky to visit her, perhaps even introduce himself.

However, God knew that it was too soon and ordered Alec to leave. Seeing Kissara’s father, Aerex/Oscar and sensing his protectiveness of Kissara and God’s urging for him to return home is why Alec left. As he drifted off to sleep, he said this… “Heavenly Father, when the time comes for Kissara and I to be together. Please make a way”

I will Zaen


1993 – Kissara, now fifteen, is a quintessential Fire Point teenager. Quirky and passionate, she finds solace in the stars, spirituality, and the mysteries of ancient civilizations. Her unique style perfectly complements her eccentric interests. But there's one trait that sets her apart: her hair. Unlike her parents, Oscar and Alphonetta, Kissara's dark brown hair possesses a peculiar, fiery gold shimmer that's most noticeable in daylight or under direct light.

People have noticed the shimmering, fiery gold in her hair. Intrigued, people frequently ask both Alphonetta and Oscar about it. While Alphonetta attributed it to their diverse family background, Oscar remained silent, hiding a deeper truth. He knows the real reason: Kissara is a Pyrae. The golden shimmer in her hair signifies her emerging Pyrae abilities. As he watches her, Oscar wonders if she has become aware of any unusual occurrences, subtle signs that her latent powers are awakening. This secret weighs on him, knowing that soon, Kissara will need to understand and embrace her true nature.

It was late afternoon, and Oscar was sitting on the back porch of his home, enjoying the tranquil moments when he sensed another Angyprx nearby. "Hello, Hector," Oscar said, his voice steady.

Approaching him was Hector Torres. Hector shared Oscar’s height and had similar hair and eye color, but his complexion was slightly lighter, and his build was average. Yet, beneath that ordinary appearance, Hector—whose true name was Trazel—was one of the more formidable Angyprx. His daughter, Nina, did not share his formidable nature, though she had inherited spiritual gifts from her mother.

As Hector settled beside Oscar, Hector sensed that something was weighing on Oscar's soul.

“Hello, Oscar. Something is on your mind,” said Hector. “What is it?”

Oscar sighed deeply. “Kissara is a Pyrae.”

Hector’s eyes widened slightly. “Is she aware of what she is?” he asked.

“No, and I haven’t told her yet. I really don’t know how to explain it,” Oscar admitted.

Hector went silent for a moment, then spoke, “I gather that when Kissara was born, something happened that revealed her destiny.”

“Her eyes glowed with the heavenly fire,” Oscar recalled.

“And Alphonetta?” Hector inquired.

“No one in her family, from either side, were Angyprx or Pyrae,” said Oscar.

Hector smiled, prompting Oscar to give him a strange look. “Hector, is there something you’re not telling me?” Oscar asked, his tone tinged with slight annoyance and curiosity.

“With all that you have just told me, there is far more to Kissara. It is not a coincidence that you fathered a Pyrae,” Hector said, his tone revealing a happiness and knowledge of something mysterious. It wouldn’t be the first time Hector knew something that Oscar didn’t. While Oscar is a man of intellect and a scholar of all kinds of knowledge, Hector always knew more as he was one of the few Angyprx who is also a scribe and archivist.

“Sometimes I think you know way too much,” Oscar said, attempting to joke and allowing his annoyance to subside.

“Evan says the same thing, and to some extent, I would agree. However, with all that I do know, I also know enough not to say anything. As we both know, there are some things in the universe that humans are not meant to know. The Creator, in all His wisdom, knows that humans would not know what to think or do if they knew the things that He knows,” Hector said.

“Very true,” Oscar said with a resigned sigh.

“So, what are you mostly concerned about?” Hector asked.

“Whether or not Kissara has noticed anything unusual. Sometimes, I think she may know something. Other times, it’s obvious that she is unaware,” Oscar said.

“Oscar, I have a feeling that Kissara might be subconsciously aware. If I had to guess, God is slowly allowing her abilities to surface a bit at a time. And if that is the case, then it is for the best. She’s only fifteen years old. If her abilities were to surface all at once, she likely would not be able to handle it,” Hector said.

Oscar nodded. Deep down, he knew Hector was right and thus resigned himself to God’s plan to reveal Kissara’s destiny to her.


Meanwhile, inside the house, in Kissara’s room, she and Nina, Hector’s daughter, were flipping through a teen fashion magazine. They were noting down every item that caught their eye, already dreaming about their future purchases. “What do you think about this?” Kissara asked Nina, pointing to a red and blue polka-dotted dress with long sleeves and ruffled cuffs. Nina's nose wrinkled in disdain. “Eww! Kisa, what are you thinking?” she exclaimed. Kissara couldn't help but giggle. “Well, I was thinking it might have potential...with some reconstruction,” she said, a mischievous sparkle in her eye.

Nina raised an eyebrow. “Look, I’m well aware that my mom is a visionary when it comes to clothes. I'm always amazed at how she can transform outdated pieces into something fresh and stylish. But even her talent has its limits. She can’t save every ugly dress out there.”

Kissara rolled on the floor in laughter at Nina’s remark. Nina couldn’t help but laugh too. “God help us if Roxanne were here when you pointed out that dress. She would not mince her words,” Nina said, still laughing.

“Yeah, Roxanne would’ve ripped it to shreds with her bluntness,” Kissara agreed, her laughter subsiding to giggles. “She certainly wouldn’t be nice about it, that’s for sure. Remember how she ripped apart Darryl Bonner’s suit?” she asked, sitting up.

“How could I forget?” Nina replied with a smirk, though she cringed at the memory. “I'm trying not to think about the words she used.”

As Kissara laughed again, a knock came at the door. “Yes?” she called out.

The door opened, and in walked Roxanne Bishop. She was the same height as Nina and Kissara, but while Nina and Kissara could pass for sisters with their similar complexions, hair, and eye color, Roxanne stood out with her long curly blonde hair, green eyes, and warm ivory complexion.

“Well, well...look who’s here,” Nina said with a smile. Kissara just giggled.

“You two talking about me?” Roxanne asked in a playful, sassy tone.

“Were your ears burning?” Kissara asked, still giggling.

“Burning, itching, and downright annoying me,” Roxanne said with a smile.

The three friends laughed as Roxanne joined them on the floor. She glanced at the magazine Nina and Kissara were perusing and spotted the dress they had been discussing. She raised an eyebrow and made a face. “What in the holy name of God is that monstrosity?” she asked, cringing.

Nina and Kissara burst into laughter. “It’s a dress,” said Kissara.

The disgusted look on Roxanne’s face only made Nina and Kissara laugh harder, their eyes tearing up. “That’s a dress!” Roxanne exclaimed. “The person who made that horrid atrocity should be ashamed to even call it that.”

Kissara lay on the floor, hysterical with laughter, while Nina palmed her face, still laughing. “Roxanne, I kid you not. The things you say...Dear God help us,” Nina said, wiping her eyes while still laughing. Kissara sat up, wiping the tears away.

“Rox, what are we going to do with you?” Kissara asked with a smile.

Roxanne shrugged. “Just take me as I am,” she said. “My father always says to everyone...I am who I am. I am who God designed me to be. Yes, I can always improve, I can always be better. But some things even God knows are just better left as is because they add to the spice of life.”

“In other words, God has a sense of humor,” Kissara said with a smile.

“Yes, he does!” Roxanne replied, and the three friends giggled.





In the city of San Francisco, Alec, now seventeen years old, sat on the back porch of his home. His hair, once a mix of blonde, black, and brown, was now turning more blonde as the darker colors faded away. He smiled as he gazed at the afternoon sky, but it wasn’t the sky that held his attention. It was an image of Kissara, her laughter and smile filling his mind. He felt her emotions and even found himself laughing along with her, although he had no idea what amused her. All he knew was that it made him happy.

“Alec!”

Alec turned to see his adoptive mother, Wilhelmina, stepping outside. Wilhelmina Gibson, a lovely woman with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a flawless ivory complexion, sat next to him and smiled.

“Let me guess, you’re looking at her,” Wilhelmina asked.

Alec smiled. “Yes, I am,” he replied, turning his attention back to the sky.

“Alec, look at me,” Wilhelmina said.

Alec turned to face her. “What is it?” he asked.

“Your parents sent a message,” she said.

“What did the message say?” Alec asked.

“God wants you to leave San Francisco,” she said.

“And go where?” he asked.

“To London, England,” she said.

“When must I leave?” Alec asked.

“Now,” Wilhelmina said sadly.

“Now?” the surprise was evident in his voice.

“Yes, now, Alec,” she said, tears filling her eyes.

“What about Kissara? Will I ever get to see her again?” Alec asked, his voice trembling.

“I don’t know, Alec. But since you and she are Ember Consorts, you will cross paths and be together eventually. For now, do as God has commanded. Clearly, there is something in London that awaits you,” Wilhelmina said, her voice cracking as tears fell from her eyes.

Alec hugged her tightly before standing up. “Will you tell Dad that I said goodbye?” Alec asked.

“Yes, I will,” Wilhelmina said.

In an instant, a luminous sphere formed, its shape shifting into a portal. “Time to go, Zaen,” God said.

“Yes, Creator,” Alec responded. He hugged Wilhelmina once more, then turned towards the portal, stepping into it and then it closed behind him.

“He will be fine, Wilhelmina,” God assured.

“I know, Lord... I will just miss him, that’s all,” she said.

“Worry not...one day he will return, and he and Kissara will be together,” God said.

“I pray and look forward to that day, Heavenly Father,” Wilhelmina replied, her heart heavy yet hopeful.


London, England

When Alec stepped out of the portal, he found himself standing before a diverse group of people, all older than him. He recognized them instantly as Angyprx and Pyrae.

“Hello, Zaen,” greeted one of the Angyprx.

“Hello. Why am I here?” Alec asked.

“There is a grand destiny in store for you. You are aware of one part of it,” a Pyrae responded.

“Kissara Firecrest,” Alec said.

They all nodded. “Yes, or rather her true name – Armaita,” added another Pyrae.

“Armaita... why does that name sound familiar?” Alec asked, puzzled.

The Angyprx and Pyrae all smiled. “In time, you will find out. In the meantime, we are here to train you and be your guides as you enter a new phase of your life.”

“Isn’t it too soon for me to undergo the Celestial Fire Rebirth?” Alec inquired.

“That is not what we mean,” said an Angyprx.

“What is the new phase then?” he asked.

Without warning, Alec fainted, but one of the Angyprx swiftly caught him.

“For now, you will live your life as a mortal. You will have no memory of your Celestial heritage. However, it will always be aware, and if you are in any danger, it will alert me. Along with the gifts I have bestowed upon you, I will be your protection. When the time comes, you will awaken once again, to carry out the destiny that I have in store for you along with your Ember Consort. But for now, you are Damian Michaels.”

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