Divine Destiny - Part Three(Kanesha Andrews) 1996 – The afternoon sun cast long, dancing shadows across the living room as Alphonetta sat on the couch, a sense of unease settling in her bones. A sudden, sharp knock at the front door startled her, her heart pounding in her chest. “Calm down, Netta. It's just the door,” she whispered to herself, rising to her feet. As she approached the door, she peered through the peephole and saw Hector and Evan standing on the porch. Their faces were etched with a solemn gravity that sent a chill down her spine as she opened the door.

“Hector, Evan... what is it?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“Netta, it's about Oscar,” Hector replied, his tone somber.

“What about him?” Alphonetta inquired, a knot forming in her stomach.

Evan stepped forward, his dark blonde hair, green eyes, and warm ivory complexion contrasting Hector's darker features. He is the same height as Hector and Oscar. Looking at him, there was no mistaking that he is Roxanne’s father.

“Netta, Oscar isn't coming back,” Evan said, his voice filled with sympathy.

Alphonetta's world seemed to tilt on its axis. The room blurred, and the only sound was the deafening thump of her own heart. “What do you mean he's not coming back?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“His time has come. His hundred years are up,” Evan explained gently.

Alphonetta's knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down her face. Memories of Oscar flashed through her mind—his laughter, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the warmth of his embrace. Hearing that his hundred years were up meant that she would not ever see him again.



It was mid-afternoon, the blazing sun sinking lower in the sky as Kissara, Nina, and Roxanne finally left the confines of their high school. The air was filled with a chorus of chatter and laughter as students streamed out. As the three girls made their way to the student parking lot, Kissara and Nina were wrapped in giggles, while Roxanne, her face a picture of mock indignation, glared at the disciplinary write-up in her hand.

“Offense: Disrespecting a school rep. Pfft, whatever,” Roxanne muttered, her eyes rolling to the heavens for dramatic effect.

Nina tried to compose herself, failing miserably as laughter bubbled up. “Telling Mr. Jones that he has a tight rear end and would look good in leather is not proper conduct, Rox,” she said, attempting a stern tone but losing the battle against her amusement.

Kissara let out a snicker, and Roxanne’s green eyes danced with mischief, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “He shouldn't have stopped me in the hallway asking where I was going,” she said, her voice defiant. “He saw that I had a hall pass. He was trying to exert authority. He did it at the wrong time.”

Kissara burst into laughter, nearly doubling over as she did. Nina simply shook her head, her lips curling into a smile. “You are a desastre caliente, Rox,” Nina said, unable to suppress her own laughter.

Roxanne continued to grin, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Yes, I know I am a hot mess. Quite proud of it, too.”

Kissara laughed even harder, burying her head on Nina’s shoulder. Nina shook her head at Roxanne. “Lord, help this girl,” she said, still laughing.

“Exactly!” Kissara agreed, still giggling, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.

“So, Kissara, what are your plans for your birthday?” Roxanne asked, changing the subject.

“More than likely a small party with just friends,” Kissara replied. Out of the blue, she started to shudder.

“Kisa, what’s wrong?” Roxanne asked with concern.

“I don’t know. Just all of a sudden, this weird feeling came over me. Like something bad has happened,” said Kissara, rubbing her arms as if trying to shake off a chill.

Roxanne and Nina exchanged worried glances. The looks on their faces told Kissara that they knew something.

“What’s going on, you two?” Kissara asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Just then, Roxanne’s cell phone rang. She answered it quickly. “Hello,” she said. “Hey Mama, what’s up?”

Nina and Kissara watched Roxanne anxiously. After a few moments, Roxanne’s face grew serious. “Right away,” she said, then hung up. She turned to Kissara, her eyes filled with urgency. “Kisa, let’s get you home.”

“What’s wrong?” Kissara asked fearfully.

“We just need to get you home,” Roxanne repeated, not offering any more information.

As the three of them headed to Roxanne’s green sedan, Kissara’s stomach started to clench as a foreboding feeling washed over her. Something was definitely wrong, and whatever it was, she dreaded finding out


When Kissara arrived home, she was met with an unsettling scene. Her mother sat on the couch, sobbing uncontrollably. Beside her, Nina’s mother, Selvina, held her in a comforting embrace. Roxanne’s mother, Cadence, stood near the couch, tears welling up in her eyes. Off to the side, Hector and Evan stood silently, their expressions heavy with sorrow.

Selvina’s features bore a striking resemblance to Alphonetta’s, though her complexion was two shades darker. Cadence, however, contrasted sharply with both Alphonetta and Selvina, sharing Roxanne’s curly blonde hair, though hers was cut short.

“What’s going on?” Kissara asked, her voice trembling with fear.

Alphonetta looked at her daughter but couldn’t bring herself to speak. Hector stepped forward, his face etched with determination.

“Kisa, come with me...outside. Nina and Roxanne can come too,” he said softly.

Kissara saw the urgency in Hector’s eyes, realizing that whatever he had to say was of great importance. “Alright,” she replied, and the four of them headed toward the back porch.

They took their seats around the fire pit that Oscar had built. Kissara smiled briefly, recalling the weekend gatherings where her father would light the fire pit. Pushing the memory aside, she turned her attention to Hector.

“What is it, Papi Hector?” Kissara asked, clutching her stomach as she braced herself for the news.

Hector smiled, remembering the day Kissara first called him that after learning he and Selvina were her godparents, making Nina her god-sister—a fitting title, given how Nina and Kissara often behaved like siblings.

“Kisa, what I am about to tell you will sound strange, maybe even unbelievable. But I need you to open your mind, heart, and soul to it,” Hector began.

Kissara nodded, “Okay,” she replied.

“Your father is gone. He’s not coming back...at least not in a form you will recognize,” Hector said gently.

“What do you mean, ‘not in a form I will recognize’?” Kissara asked, confusion clouding her features.

Suddenly, Hector’s dark brown eyes began to glow with a heavenly fire, and an ethereal aura surrounded him. Kissara’s eyes widened in shock.

“Kisa, I am an Angyprx,” he revealed.

“An Angyprx?” Kissara repeated, her voice filled with hesitation.

“Yes,” he affirmed. “We are extraordinary beings created by God. Our mission is to protect humanity from all malevolence, whether it is human, spiritual, or supernatural.”

For a moment, Kissara said nothing. Many questions spun around in her mind as she tried to process what she had been told. Suddenly, a memory of a dream she had when she was nine years old came to mind.

“Papi Hector…when I was nine, I had a dream. In this dream, I was floating in mid-air, surrounded by fire, but it didn’t burn me. I touched a flower, and it bloomed. I looked up at the sky and saw not just the sky, but also the planets, the sun, and the moon. I could even see the stars, and they were so close I could touch them,” she said, her voice filled with wonder.

Hector smiled gently. “Kisa, your father was an Angyprx. The reason he cannot return is that every hundred years, we must die to be reborn,” he explained.

“Like the Phoenix,” Kissara murmured.

Hector continued to smile. “The stories you’ve heard about the Phoenix have some truth to them,” he said.

Kissara’s eyes widened in realization. “You mean…”

“One could say Angyprx are a fusion of an angel and a Phoenix. However, we are much more than that. We are fiery celestial beings created by God,” Hector clarified.

“Am I an Angyprx?” Kissara asked, her curiosity piqued.

Hector shook his head. “No, Kisa, you are not. Angyprx are male, but there is a female counterpart. They are the Pyrae, and they have the same mission as the Angyprx. What makes the Pyrae different is their abilities. They have powers rooted in the deep love of God—the ability to reignite hope, to heal others with their emotions, and to intervene when we Angyprx behave recklessly.”

“Did Daddy ever behave recklessly?” Kissara asked, raising an eyebrow.

Hector chuckled. “He had his moments,” he admitted.

“So, Angyprx and Pyrae, both created by God and tasked with protecting humanity. Is Mama a Pyrae?” Kissara inquired.

“No, she’s not. However, she is spiritually gifted by God. There are many humans with subtle yet extraordinary abilities bestowed upon them by God,” Hector said.

“So, Angyprx and Pyrae can marry ordinary people?” Kissara asked.

“Yes, we can and often do. Your mother, along with Mama Selvina and Roxanne’s mother, are called Spiritualis Uxor—Spiritual Wives. Angyprx are spiritually bonded to their wives,” Hector explained.


“And the Pyrae, what are their husbands called?” Kissara asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

“Spiritualis Maritus—Spiritual Husband,” Hector replied, his tone calm and knowing.

Kissara took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her thoughts and the tension in her body. She exhaled slowly, centering herself before speaking again.

“Tell me more about the hundred-year cycle,” she said, her voice now steady, though still laced with a touch of apprehension.

Hector’s gaze softened as he began to explain. “Like the Phoenix, which dies and is reborn every century through a fiery ritual, we—the Angyprx and the Pyrae—undergo a similar transformation. We call it the Celestial Fire Metempsychosis. The ritual involves a sacred act of self-immolation. We surround ourselves with wood and fragrant incense, and then ignite the pyre with our fire abilities. The flames consume our mortal bodies, but we don’t feel the heat. Once our form is reduced to ash, our celestial essence rises into the universe, waiting for the moment when God calls us back to Earth in a new form.”

Kissara’s heart clenched as the weight of Hector's words sank in. “When did he… do this?” she asked quietly, her voice trembling despite her attempts to remain composed.

“This morning,” Hector said, his voice tender. “After you left for school. He didn’t tell your mother because he knew she’d try to stop him.”

Kissara inhaled deeply, trying to control the surge of emotions swelling within her. “I don’t even need to ask if Mama knew, because obviously she did,” she murmured. “What happens now?”

Hector smiled, though there was a glint of sadness in his eyes. “Kissara, you are Pyrae. The abilities you possess have been slowly awakening. You may not have noticed, but I’m sure you’ve experienced small, unusual events—things that seemed out of the ordinary.”

Kissara’s brow furrowed as she reflected. Memories of strange occurrences floated back into her mind, like pieces of a puzzle she hadn’t known she was assembling. “When I was eleven,” she said thoughtfully, “I remember overhearing Mama’s thoughts. She was thinking about fixing Papa’s torn pants, but she hadn’t said anything aloud. I didn’t understand it at the time.”

Hector nodded. “That’s one of your emerging abilities—Telepathy. You can hear the thoughts of others. But you must be careful. The mind is a powerful thing, and opening it to the universe can sometimes expose you to thoughts you’re not meant to hear.”

Kissara bit her lip, recalling another moment. “And when I was ten, I touched a blanket that Mama said my grandmother had made. The second my fingers brushed the fabric, I saw an image of her sewing it together. It was like… I was seeing her memory.”

“That,” Hector said, his voice warm with approval, “is Psychometry. When you touch an object, you can sometimes glimpse events connected to it—past, present, or even future.”

Kissara blinked, her mind spinning. “Are there… more abilities I should be aware of? Ones that might start manifesting?”

“The Pyrae and the Angyprx share many abilities,” Hector began, his voice measured and thoughtful. “But as a Pyrae, there are abilities that are unique to you. You’ll discover what they are as time goes on.”

Kissara leaned forward, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “Are Roxanne and Nina like me?” she asked, wondering if her friends shared her growing sense of otherness.

Hector shook his head. “No, they aren’t. In fact, you’re quite a rarity, Kisa.”

“What do you mean by that?” Kissara pressed, her mind racing to understand what made her different from everyone she knew.

Hector exhaled softly, choosing his words carefully. “It’s common for the Angyprx and Pyrae to have children with their human spouses, but rare for any of those children to inherit our gifts. Most grow up as ordinary humans. What makes you truly exceptional, Kissara, is that your father is the only Angyprx ever to father a Pyrae. Typically, a Pyrae is always born to another Pyrae. But you... you break the rules.”

Kissara’s eyes widened, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. “Wait, are you telling me it’s rare for any child of an Angyprx or Pyrae to inherit their powers? And on top of that, I’m even rarer because I’m a Pyrae, and my father is an Angyprx—when Pyrae are only supposed to be born to other Pyrae? Did I get that right?” Her voice was rising with the weight of this new revelation.

“Yes,” Hector confirmed with a solemn nod.

Kissara let out a long breath, her mind swirling. “Whoa...” she murmured, the gravity of it all starting to settle in.

“I know this is a lot to take in,” Hector said, his tone reassuring. “But in time, things will start to make sense. You don’t need to figure it all out today.”

Kissara, still processing, was silent for a moment before another question bubbled to the surface. “I’ve had people ask me about the fiery gold shimmer in my hair whenever I’m standing in direct light or sunlight,” she said slowly. “Is that… a sign of what I am?”

Hector smiled, clearly anticipating the question. “Your father has been wondering when you’d finally ask about that. He was ready to tell you a long time ago, but…” he paused, his expression growing thoughtful, “I think God had other plans.”

Kissara quirked a brow, a slight smile tugging at her lips. “So you’re saying God wanted you to be the one to tell me?”

“More than likely,” Hector replied with a chuckle. “But don’t misunderstand. God wouldn’t have objected if your father had told you sooner, had you asked. However, since you didn’t really notice—or perhaps dismissed—those little signs, it seems God knew you weren’t ready yet to understand the full truth. He allowed your abilities to surface slowly, just enough to catch your attention, but not enough to overwhelm you. These moments stayed etched in your mind so that when the time came—like now—you could look back and start to piece it all together.”

Kissara leaned back in her chair, feeling a strange calm settle over her. The pieces of her life that once felt disconnected were slowly beginning to form a clearer picture. She now understood why those small, strange occurrences—her unusual abilities, the shimmer in her hair—were leading her here. But even with this newfound understanding, another thought lingered at the edge of her mind, pulling her back to the conversation.

“I’m never going to see Daddy again, am I?” Kissara’s voice trembled with sadness, her eyes searching Hector’s for a hope she wasn’t sure existed.

Hector’s expression softened, and he shook his head gently. “Not in the way you remember him,” he said quietly. “I’m afraid his earthly form is gone. But,” he continued, offering a faint glimmer of hope, “there’s always the possibility that God will allow him to visit you in his celestial form. It’s rare, and it’s entirely up to God’s will, but it has been known to happen.”

Kissara lowered her gaze, the weight of his words settling heavily in her chest. “But if he comes back… he won’t be the same, will he?”

“No,” Hector replied, his voice laced with understanding. “When your father is reborn, his memories of you and your mother will likely be buried deep, hidden away until the time is right—until God allows him to remember. It’s part of the cycle. His soul will be renewed, and he’ll have a new purpose. For a while, it will be as though you never existed in his mind.”

Kissara’s heart ached at the thought of being forgotten, even if it was only temporary. “So, it’s like... even if he’s still out there somewhere, he won’t know who I am.”

Hector nodded solemnly. “That’s right. But you must understand, it’s not because he doesn’t love you. It’s part of the journey that Angyprx and Pyrae must take. Our lives are tied to the will of the divine, and sometimes that means letting go of what we cherish in order to be reborn, to serve a higher purpose.”

Kissara was quiet for a moment, her mind struggling to process it all. “It sounds like being an Angyprx or a Pyrae is a lot harder than I ever thought,” she murmured. “It’s not just about having powers or being connected to something greater. It’s about… sacrifice.”

Hector’s expression grew thoughtful. “Yes, Kisa. It’s a path of sacrifice, of change, and often of loss. We live many lives, but with each one, we must leave behind the things and the people we love. It’s not an easy burden to bear, but it’s also part of what makes our existence so powerful. We are given the chance to rise from the ashes, to become something new—again and again.”

Kissara felt a tear slip down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away. “It feels like we’re asked to give up so much,” she whispered.

“We are,” Hector agreed softly. “But in return, we are given gifts that most people could never dream of. We are protectors, healers, bearers of fire and light. We’re part of a cycle far greater than ourselves, and with that comes great responsibility. You’ve already begun to feel it, haven’t you?”

Kissara nodded, her voice catching in her throat. “I’ve always felt... different. But I didn’t realize it meant losing the people I love.”

Hector placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You haven’t lost him completely. His soul will always be connected to yours. Even if he doesn’t remember you for a time, the bond between you will remain. And one day, when the time is right, he may find his way back to those memories. But in the meantime, it’s okay to grieve. It’s okay to feel the weight of his absence.”

Kissara nodded her head in agreement, already accepting of what would be awaiting her.

“Papi Hector, one more thing,” Kissara said, her voice quiet but hesitant, as if she wasn’t sure how to put her thoughts into words.

“What is it?” Hector asked, his eyes filled with the same warmth and patience he always had for her.

Kissara shifted slightly, gathering her thoughts. “I’m not sure, but… I think there was another event. It happened when I was nine.”

Hector’s gaze sharpened with interest. “Go on,” he encouraged.

“One night, this strange feeling came over me. It woke me up in the middle of the night. At first, I didn’t know what it was, and honestly, it scared me. It was like something was pulling me awake, but I couldn’t explain why. I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. I remember lying there, wide awake, asking God to help me sleep again. And after I prayed… I did fall asleep. Just like that.”

Hector nodded thoughtfully, his expression calm but deeply focused. “Can you describe the feeling in more detail, Kisa? What exactly did it feel like?”

Kissara took a moment to think, furrowing her brow as she sifted through the memory. “It felt... like someone was trying to reach out to me. Not in a physical way, but more like they were close by, trying to communicate. It was like they were... just on the edge of my consciousness. I couldn’t understand them, but I could feel them.”

Hector’s expression turned even more serious, and he lowered his head, deep in thought. For several moments, the room was silent.

“Stumped, Papi?” Nina’s voice broke the silence, her light tone attempting to lift the atmosphere.

Hector looked up at her, a small smile touching his lips. “Actually… I might be,” he admitted, his tone wry. But just as he spoke, a sudden realization seemed to dawn on him. His eyes widened, and he drew in a sharp breath. “Dear God in Heaven…”

Nina’s playful expression quickly turned to concern, her eyebrows knitting together. “What is it, Papi?” she asked, her voice soft but anxious.

Hector hesitated, his gaze flickering between Kissara and Nina, as if weighing his next words carefully. “I’m not certain, but… I think I may have an idea of what you experienced that night, Kissara.”

Kissara leaned forward, her heart beating faster with anticipation. “Can you tell me?” she asked, her voice soft but eager, hoping he could shed some light on the mystery that had lingered in her memory for years.

Hector met her gaze, his expression torn. “I don’t think I’m meant to,” he said slowly, shaking his head as if in apology. “What you felt that night—it wasn’t something ordinary, and it wasn’t random. But it’s not for me to explain. This is something God will reveal to you in His own time, when you’re ready. If I were to tell you now, it might interfere with what you’re meant to learn.”

Kissara’s brow furrowed, frustration and curiosity warring inside her. “But... why? Why can’t I know now?”

Hector smiled gently, his tone softening. “Some things, Kisa, are part of a larger plan. We are only given pieces of the puzzle when the time is right. If you were told too much now, you might not be ready to fully understand. God’s timing is always perfect, even if it’s difficult for us to accept.”

“I do understand” Kissara sighed, feeling a mixture of disappointment and acceptance.

“Don’t be discouraged. This moment, this feeling—it’s part of your journey. When the time comes, you’ll look back on that night and understand exactly what was happening. Until then, trust that you’re being guided.”

Nina, who had been listening quietly, placed a reassuring hand on Kissara’s arm. “He’s right, you know. Things have a way of making sense when we least expect it.”

Kissara smiled and nodded. “Very true and with all that I have learned. I suspect that a lot more is to come”



London, England

Damian Michaels, at just twenty, is already an impressive law student, immersing himself in the complexities of corporate law, international law, and international criminal law. With his hair now cropped short and radiantly blonde, the last traces of brown and black have faded, signaling a transformation. Unbeknownst to Damian, he is more than he appears, his true identity and the other name given to him shrouded in mystery. Yet, deep within, a stirring sensation tells Damian that a profound destiny awaits him—one that could reshape his understanding of who he truly is and what he is meant to become.

On this particular day, Damian finds himself in his cozy one-bedroom flat, gazing out the window. The sun casts its golden rays over the shimmering River Thames, painting a picturesque scene. He gently places his hand on the cool glass, his piercing blue eyes reflecting back at him. Suddenly, the reflection begins to shift and change. To his astonishment, an image materializes in the glass. He sees himself, but with long, flowing hair, adorned in celestial armor and surrounded by a radiant, fiery aura.

Why Creator? Why have you trapped me in this form?

I have not trapped you, Zaen. You are merely dormant for the time being. Armaita is not fully aware that she has been reborn. She has just now been informed of what she is.

Creator, you could have at least allowed me to see her when she was a child. Why did you order me to leave when I found her. Why didn’t you allow me to talk to her?

Zaen, even as Alec Gibson, your true nature was shrouded in partial understanding. Though you held certain knowledge, the full awareness of your essence eluded you. I ask for your patience; in time, I will reunite you and Armaita. But for now, I urge you to embrace the life you are living as Damian Michaels. This life is not a distraction but a crucial part of your journey. Immerse yourself in it—learn, grow in wisdom, and deepen your faith. Continue to seek Me in prayer, and trust in My guidance.

I want to see my Uxor Coelestis!

Do not make demands, Zaen!

I love her! I miss her! Please Creator!

Fine, I shall let you glimpse of her as she is now. But you will not be able to communicate with her. I am only opening the Ethereal Aperture so that you can see her.

As Zaen gazed into the shimmering ethereal reflection, another figure materialized beside him—Kissara, now revealed as Armaita. Her presence was soft, yet unmistakable, glowing with a subtle light. She wore a solemn, almost bittersweet smile, but behind it, Zaen could sense the weight of her sorrow. Her eyes, though gentle, carried a deep sadness that tugged at his very soul. He could feel her pain as if it were his own, an ache that transcended the vast distance between them, pulling at the threads of their ancient bond.

Creator, what is wrong? Why is Armaita sad?

It is as I told you, Zaen. She has only just begun to understand what she truly is. The knowledge of her identity has only now been revealed to her, and she is still coming to terms with it. But that is not all. Her father, Aerex, has recently undergone the Celestial Fire Metempsychosis—what many now call the Celestial Fire Rebirth. His mortal form has perished in the sacred flame, and he has ascended, his spirit already here among the celestial realms. For Kissara, this is a bittersweet time. She mourns the loss of her father as she knew him on Earth, yet she is also awakening to the deeper truths of her own existence. It is a delicate balance between grief and the dawning of new understanding, a moment heavy with both sorrow and transformation.

Creator, may I at least send her a message or a gift? Something that speaks of my love and affection for her, and acknowledges the depths of her grief. A token, a sign that bridges the distance between us and conveys my unwavering support in this difficult time.

One gift, Zaen, but it must be subtle. She needs the space to adjust and to learn at her own pace. Choose something meaningful yet discreet, a token of your love that won't overwhelm her as she navigates this new reality

Thank you, Creator.

Zaen closes his eyes as he stretches out his hand. A glowing blue stone materializes in his hand and he opens his eyes.

For you, my dearest Armaita, I present the Astral Amoris, a symbol of my profound and everlasting celestial love. This token reflects the depth of my affection and my yearning to be with you once more. Until the day we are reunited and embark on our journey across the stars, let this gift serve as a reminder of my unwavering devotion.

As the stone faded into the ether, carried to Armaita across the cosmic divide, Zaen’s image in the glass dissolved.

Damian Michaels blinked rapidly, shaking his head as if waking from a dream. He pulled his hand away from the window, confused yet unable to deny the profound sense of loss and love still lingering in his chest.

Walking back to his desk, Damian sat down, trying to shake off the surreal experience. But as he looked out at the sky once more, his heart whispered a truth he couldn’t yet fully understand.

“There’s something out there for me,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible. “I don’t know what it is, but I know it’s waiting. And one day, I’ll find it.”

The sky seemed to shimmer in response, as if the universe itself acknowledged the deep yearning within him. For now, he would continue to live as Damian Michaels. But deep inside of him, his true self – Zaen await for the day when he would be allowed to fully emerge from his dormancy and be reunited with his eternal love.


Kissara’s eighteenth birthday was bittersweet and unusual. Her mother allowed her to miss school that day. Yet, Kissara did nothing as she sat in her room and looked out her bedroom window. Suddenly, something shiny outside her window got her attention. Curious, she stood up from her desk and headed outside. As she headed towards her bedroom window, she spotted a stone that was not too far from her window. She picked up the deep blue stone and looked it over. It was beautiful stone, it almost looked like it came from the universe.

She looked up at the sky and wondered.

“Heavenly Father, is this stone from the universe?” she asked.

For a moment, she stood there, silently. When she heard nothing, she sighed. She looked at the stone and smiled a small smile. She liked the way that it sparkled and decided to keep the stone and took it inside. Once back in her room, she placed the stone on her desk next to a box that held her pens, pencils and small note pads.

She opened up her spiral notebook and began reading over a paragraph that she had written. The paragraph was about a dream that she had a few nights before. In the dream, she saw a man with long hair. Although the color of it was blonde, it was so stark white that it looked ethereal. His blue eyes sparkled like stars and his complexion, a warm beige color.
His smile was warm and friendly. He looked at her adoringly. However, what stood out about the dream is that the man was dressed in armor that seemed to be made of some unusual metal that shined brightly like the stars. Another thing that stood out is that the man seems to be standing in the middle of the universe. Given her fascination with astronomy, seeing the vastness of the universe in her dreams was not unusual. However, the man who was in her dream was.

She wondered that since she is a Pyrae that perhaps an Angyprx was reaching out to her to give condolences. Even though the Celestial Fire Metempsychosis was not an actual death. Oscar’s absence from the lives of her and her mother was explained as death….a car accident.

The thought of an Angyprx giving her condolences brought a smile to her face. She clasped her hands together and prayed to God that he relay her message of thanks to the Angyprx for his kindness. Afterwards, she looked at the stone again and smiled. As she gazed at it, she realized that it glowed with an ethereal aura.

“Daddy, did you send this?” Kissara said softly.

However, she remembered that with the Celestial Fire Metempsychosis, it was likely that her father would not remember her. That thought saddened her.

“I wish that I could have at least said goodbye” Kissara said as she teared up.

Suddenly a vision flashed in her mind…..

In the middle of the desert there stood Oscar/Aerex. He was surrounded by other Angyprx and the Pyrae. On a pyre, Oscar/Aerex prepared to undergo the Celestial Fire Metempsychosis.

“Aerex, before you leave the Earth and return here. You are allowed to speak whatever is in your heart”

Aerex took a deep breath and then spoke.

“To Alphonetta, I love you. For twenty years, I have enjoyed our time together...the good and the not so good. Through it all, you stayed supportive and never complained except when I allowed Kisa to get away with more than you would liked. My darling, Netta….you are my heart and even though I will not remember you whenever I return. Know that in time I will remember you and we will walk the stars of Heaven together.

To Kissara...Kisa, my Little Dreamer. There is so much in store for you. I cannot tell it to you. However, God will be there to guide as will Hector and Evan. I love you, Kisa” he said.

Soon Oscar/Aerex was surrounded by fiery celestial flame and it engulfed him. He did not scream or show fear. He smiled as he looked up towards the Heavens. Once his body was ash, a bright light emerged from the ashes and soared up to space.

“One day, you will see him again. Kissara”

Just then, Kissara snapped out of what she realized was a trance. She realized that she had been
shown the Celestial Fire Metempsychosis. The words she heard were of her father saying goodbye. She cried as she looked out the window.

“Goodbye, Daddy. I love you”

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