How a creator angel finds the core of the thirteen new angels it must bring to life.
△ 1482 words | oneshot | Sebongie Appreciation Day
warning: this is heavily unedited. 3 years with my baby angels, whom i have cried and laughed with every step of the way--so my 300th post dedicated to them. i wanted to write something to show what i love most about each of them, so here we are. the creation order is from youngest to oldest! HAPPY 3rd ANNIVERSARY, SEVENTEEN <333
When the angel was tasked with creating thirteen new angels, it knew it must be its best work yet. The angel cleared its shop, giving itself a blank canvas and looking around carefully.
Its sky-grey eyes landed on the fragment of a star, carefully tucked into a clear crystal container. The angel had kept it for a millenia now, but the urge to create the first of the new angels had the angel approaching the case now, carefully retrieving the star. It shone bright, and the angel smiled softly.
This would be the core of the new angel. And so, the angel began its long work, carefully crafting a new masterpiece from their workshop--the ability to smile through the tough times, to remind kind and persevering. This new angel would be the last the creator angel would bring to life, but one that would serve to remind all other twelve to keep each other close together.
The angel spent days on the first angel, carefully setting it aside and continuing its work. On a new day, the angel was out exploring when it came upon a seed of a rare tree--it did not know its name or its origin, but knew it must be special, as a small leave was already sprouting, even in unlikely circumstances. This would be the heart of the second creation. With its core, the angel knew this new creation would be one of a kind, one that would work against all odds to shine amongst the rubble.
The core of the third angel would come from the sea--the angel thought that the new angels would new someone to remind them how fun life could be, just like the sea reminded the humans they watched over that there was always more to life. The new creation would be as gentle as the tiny fish in the sea, but as powerful as the raging waves that crashed onto shore.
For the fourth angel, the creator angel took a long time searching. It stopped working because it did not know where to even begin its search. So far, all of the angels would be strong and larger than life--the angel thought they would need someone more gentle, that would still be able to hold the same kind of fire. It took a long time to find this angel’s core, but it came in the form of a rainbow right over the sea where the angel had found the third’s core. For this new angel, the fragment of the rainbow would represent the fight of life shining through the rain, of just how beautiful and multifaceted a being could be.
It was around the time, when the creator angel was tucking away the fourth angel for safekeeping, that it realized the new angels would need someone who could fill in any gaps the angel might have missed--and so, the creator angel went on a trip once again, searching for the fifth angel’s core. For this one, the angel got creative and mixed more than one element for the core--some clouds, to keep the angel soft, a bit of forest, for the willpower the new angel would own, and just a bit of lava, to always keep the angel running alongside the others.
Along the way, the angel picked up sunflowers, to make the core of the sixth angel. It would be as gentle as the petals of the core it would carry, but as bright as the flower that only faced the sun. It would be a forced of vitality amongst the other angels, keeping them bright.
The seventh angel took a lot of planning out, because the creator angel had known all along how intricate it would need to be. It would demand the awe and respect of the other angels, but it would be humble, even when their core would demand the attention of everyone. The angel sought out a favor from its favorite archangel, and was rewarded with a string from the archangels harp--it would be unbreakable and gentle all at once, capable of holding out strong for the others to follow its lead.
For the eighth angel, the creator was once again stumped. It knew it did not have everything it needed to have for the thirteen angels, so the creator spent hours in its shop, studying the eight angels it had thus far made and taking into account what it would need. It took many nights of simply sitting there, watching over its new angels that it realized what they would need--a mind to help them along their long journeys.
And so, the angel sought out a gemstone from its own collection, an elixir the angel had created long ago to be a possible core but it had forgotten about until now. This core was a muted lapis lazuli blue, the edges seemingly sharp but smoothed at every turn, keeping the gem light and easy to handle. The gem would bring the new angel a mind unlike any other, offering an endless well of knowledge for the other angels. It would make the new angel shine to demand attention, but be soft enough to remind any that crossed his path that he was still an angel at the end of the day.
The angel that followed was given the core of a shooting star the creator angel had followed across a handful of nights, making sure to grab a part just when it was shining its brightest. The new angel would be the possible new creator of this batch, and the angel wanted to make sure that it would always be able to create and form ideas the other angels might not think of. This angel needed to be made to be confident in what it could accomplish, and be strong enough to lead when needed.
Surprisingly, the creation that followed was made right after the last, bringing the count up to ten. The creator angel went straight to its friend in the Garden of Eden, asking for permission to retrieve a feather from one of the favored birds in the garden. The purpose of the core would be to make this angel lighthearted, but to inherit the high skills it took for a bird from the garden to fly the long distances it did between Eden and the human world. This nagel would bridge a gap, almost always silently, but would be someone they could rely on.
When the creator angel had finished the tenth new angel, it took a small break. It needed to stop and think hard about the last three angels--the ones it would bring to life first.
It took a few weeks, but then the eleventh angel had its core ready. It was another feather, but this time of an archangel that had been watching the outer shell creation of the eleventh. THe archangel offered its feather with a lighthearted laugh, wishing that the new creation would be kind, with a honeyed personality most other nagels lacked. The creator angel agreed, and carefully settled the angel feather core into the eleventh angel.
Feeling a little mischievous, and wanting to add more personal touches to the last of the angels, the angel used a piece of its own hair in the twelfth angel’s core. This angel would be the one they could all turn to if need be, but this would be the angel to listen to their troubles, the almost perfect personification of what an angel should be.
And lastly, came the last of the angels. By now, the other twelve were ready and encapsulated, ready to be released on a set date. But first, the creator angel knew they would need a leader. Someone strong of both mind and body, that could lead them in their tough tasks amongst the humans. This angel would need to be kind like the others, but work just as hard. The creator angel went to its own creator this time, asking for help with the core of the last angel. There, the angel was gifted a piece of the heart of a lion that had lived and passed away in the Garden of Eden--it would make the last angel strong enough to lead, the elder creator assured.
And so, when the last creation was made and ready, the creator angel happily sent the first one off, keeping tabs on the timelines to make sure all thirteen were safely delivered.
The creator angel had worked for so long on these, that it felt the need to watch over them, even as they went about their own lives to become angels. They grew into their cores, the thirteen of them coming together and combining each core so beautifully that the creator angel watched them with tears in its stormy eyes nearly every night.
The thirteen angels it had created were the creator angel’s best work yet.
