I glance at Margaret, a look of utter surprise on my face.

"The mortal realm? But why? Didn't we just come from there?" I ask.

The High Angel sighs.

"Yes, but a great evil has arisen, and you two are connected somehow," she says solemnly. "Thus, you two are the ones who must stop it."

I glance at the feathered wings that had sprouted from my shoulder blades. Was that the reason we had gotten our powers so soon? At the party, many had whispered about how unusual it was for us to have powers so early, but I had thought nothing of it at the time.

I share a look with Margaret and can tell she's thinking the same thing.

"Before I can tell you more," the High Angel begins, "you must agree that you'll do this. This is classified information, for fear of scaring our population or the wrong ears hearing it."

With a glance at Margaret, we nod simultaneously.

"We're in," Margaret says.

The High Angel stands and spreads her feathery wings, her blue eyes staring intently at us.

"What I shall begin with, is nothing more than a children's story, but trust me, it is all connected..."

Margaret and I lean forward, ready to listen eagerly to the tale, for we know nothing of angel stories.

"Once, many years ago, the Realm of Infinite Heart was one and the same with the Realm of Torn Souls. The demons and furies-"

"Hang on, what's a fury?" I interrupt.

The High Angel sighs. "It was a creature- a demon if you will- that served the High Demon. It had a dragon-like shape but was purple, and had flames on its shoulders. Now, may I continue?"

"Yes," I say, nodding sheepishly.

"The demons and furies lived together with us angels. All was well as my sister-"

"SISTER!?" I blurt out, sitting up straight.

The High Angel looks royally annoyed. "Yes, and if you let me continue I'll explain it!"

"Sorry, sorry," I say meekly, slouching down again in embarrassment.

Margaret looks like she's trying hard not to laugh, which really isn't helping things.

"My sister and I ruled happily together in the ancient Realm of Infinite Souls. That is, until a terrible war broke out..."

The High Angel trailed off, looking suddenly sad.

"The people waged war on each other, forcing our combined land to separate into the Realm of Infinite Heart and the Realm of Torn Souls. Even now, our people still hate each other."

"But what does this have to do with us your honor?" Asks Margaret politely. She shoot's me a look that says this is how you do it.

"During the time you were alive, something stirred from deep in the Realm of Torn Souls. A disruption occurred. Things were happening, and they got worse as you two died. You must be connected somehow, through blood or something else. This, this is the mystery you must solve," the High Angel says.

A long and awkward silence follows the story.

If we're connected to it, I think, then why didn't we know? And how are we ever supposed to stop it?

The High Angel moves to stand up.

"You two must leave by the full moon. You have two days." She says, and with a sweep of her long dress and a ruffle of her wings, she departs the room, gliding gracefully back towards her own quarters.

I stare at Margaret, dumbfounded. She stares right back, an equal look of confusion on her face.

"We've gotten ourselves into a big problem," I begin.

"It's way out of our depth," Margret says shakily. "But we have to do it. Let's get some rest and prepare."

I suddenly become aware of just how tired I am, and how soft and comfortable my bed is feeling.

I lay down and roll over without even changing into PJs, if they even have those here.

"Good night Margaret..." I mutter, before falling asleep.

•••

The next two days pass in a blur. We're surprised to find that the angel games are much similar to mortal games, but most have a twist.

Me and Margaret laugh and play and prepare, but the entire time, the story the High Angel told us and the task ahead weigh heavy in the back of my mind, always lurking and keeping me from having the full extent of my fun.