his arms, and with a sharp pop! magnificent, white-feathered wings protracted from his neck, just below the hairline. The impossible, five-foot wings extended two feet past his fingertips, giving him mobility without limiting the use of his arms.
With a burst of speed, Gabriel soared towards the largest structure on UT’s campus: the football stadium. He had arrived at school three months earlier than Taylor in order to prepare for the task at hand. While participating in the monotonous weeks of the summer session, he made a few friends, earned straight A’s in his courses, and found the time to prepare for her arrival. The rafters high above the stadium had become one of his favorite spots to think while he waited.
He was perched there now, having made a trip that would normally take 20 minutes on foot, in less than a minute. Like his ability to see long distances, flight was powered by light. If the moon and stars shone brightly, Gabriel never had difficulty harnessing their light to fly any distance he chose. On a particularly cloudy night, he could usually still muster enough light-power from street lamps or houses. In a worst-case scenario, he could utilize his powerful, battery-operated mini-Maglite, which he typically kept in his pocket, like all of his kind did. He preferred flying to walking.
Now, as he sat, Gabriel remembered back to when he was just a child being taught by the adults. He must have come so far that they would trust him with such an important mission. Growing up, he was never convinced that the legends were true, but now that he had seen the girl for himself, he was fast becoming a believer. Her aura was more brilliant than he thought possible. Licking his lips eagerly, Gabriel looked forward to testing it in battle. He was starting to hope she would survive.
The Great War had raged for decades, with neither side ever really gaining an advantage. Now the War was on the verge of being won, with the pitiful existence of humans resting in the hands of Taylor Kingston, and she didn’t have a clue. If only he could get her alone.
Just then his cell phone vibrated, indicating that a text message had been received.
Chapter Ten
D espite her strange dreams and thoughts about Gabriel, Taylor felt alive when she arrived back in her dorm room. She also felt free, for the first time in her life. Sure, she had a responsibility to attend her classes, study, and perform all of the other rather dull activities that go along with college, but she didn’t have her dad looking over her shoulder, and she could make most decisions by herself. No wonder so many kids go crazy when they get to college , she thought. There was so much freedom! Maybe there should be some kind of transition phase, where freedoms are slowly given to students to reduce the shock of total freedom. Nah , she thought, it was better to get it all at once .
It wasn’t that she didn’t have a good relationship with her dad. She loved him and liked spending time with him. But she was ready to give life a shot on her own. Taylor’s father, Edward Kingston, was a 55-year-old widower, who owned a small ice-cream franchise called the Ice Cold Creamery. Ed, or Eddie, as Taylor liked to call him, was your typical overprotective father, who liked to continue to think of Taylor as daddy’s little girl, despite the fact that she had moved out-of-town to attend college. When he moved Taylor into her small dorm room, he had become quite emotional when it came time to leave.
Taylor knew that while she was gaining freedom from her father, he had likely enlisted her brother James’s help in being his remote eyes and ears. James was beginning his junior year at UT and constantly reminded Taylor of this fact, as if she should be impressed or something.
James liked to show off, not only to his baby sister, but to everyone. At a couple of inches over six feet, he was much taller than his father, and had a strong athletic build from two years