When I opened the journal, I forgot to observe or go to my room to open the journal, because Sam, Dean, and Cas were all looking at me as if I had just scored a hat trick, even though I have never played hockey. All three of them heard the faint click of the lock. Castiel asked me, "How did you obtain Emilyanne's key?"

"This necklace used to be my grandmother's. She was traveling somewhere when an accident happened, and she died. I really did miss her a lot, and as a result, my grandfather gave me this necklace. It's been a part of me ever since, except when I go to sleep."

Castiel then looked at me with wary eyes, "Ani would never give that key out to anyone. Well, I guess if you have the key, then the journal obviously belongs to you. Is the journal yours?"

"Yes? No? Maybe so? I honestly don't have an answer to your question, because it is my ultimate dream journal and I opened it, but at the same time, I have never seen it before." Just the thought of having my dream journal in my hands made me smile. I decided to open up Emilyanne's journal.

I saw the first page of writing, and sure enough, it look pretty much like my journals back in my world. The entries were written in purple ink, to make sure that a person would have a hard time reading it. The handwriting was the exact same as mine, yet I don't remember putting down any of the words. I started reading- my- Emilyanne's journal:

 Day One:

Since time doesn't exist yet, I guess this is how I will keep track of time in here.

 Anyhow, my name is Emilyanne. I am one of the first angels to ever exist. Not quite as old as the Archangels or Father, but pretty dog gone close. Today, I was also one of the first angels to meet the Eldest face to face for Father's experiment.

 None of the other angels were brave enough to change the lifestyle that they have been doing since the last few..days? Years? I don't know. They were also following orders long forgotten ago. That's one of the problems I have: I can't confine to something for too long; while the others play their roles that Dad has chosen for them. I'm different.

 Before today, I was a Medic when needed in times of conflict or disaster, but if I'm not being a Medic, then I am a caretaker of Fledglings. Either way, my jobs involve a whole lot of selflessness all of the time. Right there is another problem with myself: I don't want to be just selfless, I want to be brave, kind, intelligent, honest, loyal and selfless. But how can I be loyal if I don't even have a stable role?

 Got way off topic. Anyhow, I answered the summon for everyone else. They were all too scared of defying orders and getting yelled at. When I volunteered, all of them looked at me as if I was crazy and about to Fall. Which I never will do, unless it is necessary.

 I walked into the Garden, and as usual, I was awestruck by its beauty. The peaceful nature also shocks me, considering that fledglings always cause trouble or mischief in here. As I was looking around, a voice behind me said, "Welcome to Garden, Emilyanne. Where's your fledgling, Castiel?"

 It was Joshua, the Keeper of the Garden. "Well, I am answering a summon from Father and the Eldest. And, someone else was taking care of him for now. I was helping cure some battle scars."

 Joshua responded, "Right. We have been expecting you for quite a long time. You know how well they all like to wait."

 "Forgive me for having all of you wait for so long. No one else answered the request, so I volunteered as tribute." By this time, the two of us had almost reached the Throne Room.

 Joshua turned around and looked at me with curiosity in his eyes, "That's a little odd for a Medic/Caretaker like yourself, don't you think?"

 "No, I don't think so, why? It takes a decent amount of selflessness to answer this summon for everyone. It also takes some amount of bravery to face Father and the Eldest."

 "You are wise beyond your years, Emilyanne. Good luck." We had reached the throne room by now.  I started to walk into the room, when Josh told me, "Be careful, Ani. The Eldest are experimenting with emotions, including love. Just to warn you."

 "Thanks for the warning, Josh." Before this meeting, I had talked to the wise man a few times, mainly to apologize for what Cassie did. I took a deep breath, and I walked through the doors.

 When I walked in, the first thing I noticed was how Father and the Eldest sat. The thrones were so fragile looking, yet, beautiful at the same time. I had to be brave in front of them, even though I was shaking on the inside. Father then looked at me, a calm look in his eyes, "You have nothing to fear, my daughter. You are now the first Angel to see all of us at once and not get yelled at. We have been in isolation too long. Now state your name, and lying will not be appreciated."

 "My name's Emilyanne. My friends call me Emi or Ani."

 "What is your rank, Emi? Or your job?"

 This was where Father would find out about my loyalty issues, so I thought about what could happen. "I am a Medic and a Caretaker of Fledglings. I mainly keep an eye on Castiel." I said, deciding not to lie to Father.

 The oldest Son, Michael, said to me, "Why did you take so long to answer that simple question?"

 "I thought I was going to be in serious trouble when I told all five of you that I can't confine to a job. When I'm not a Medic, I take care of Cassie."

 The Morning Star, Lucifer, spoke up next, "That's very interesting of an Angel to take two jobs...it's quite selfless of you to do that." Josh's warning echoed in my mind. "Why did you choose this path?" 

 I was distracted by noticing the scribe furiously writing down this conversation. I was also distracted by how handsome the Eldest were. I managed to hear the question, then responded with, "I wanted to be someone different, so when the Army asked for a volunteer to become a Medic, I signed up."

 The head Medic, Raphael, asked the next question, "Then why did you also take on the role of Caretaker?"

 "Well, I needed something to do when there is not a battle or conflict or injuries. So, I thought taking care of a Fledgling would be enough to keep me busy."

 They then started to talk to each other about me. I felt like an outsider and a spy, because I was just standing there trying to hear what they were saying. The Archangels kept looking at me, as if I was a subject in a test room. Or a prize to be fought over. I stood there and looked around the Throne Room.

 After many minutes of waiting, Father then said, "My sons and I are looking for an Angel to volunteer to create my newest Creation from. Would you like to volunteer?"

 Without hesitating, I said, "Yes. I would be honored to be this volunteer."

 All five of them looked at me pleased, "Thank you for your bravery. I must warn you: when you Fall, this Creation will be completed. You Falling is the last step, so it won't come for a long time. Do you still accept?"

 If I do this task, then I would lose everything I knew? Didn't I always want a new life? "I still accept."

 I like the idea of becoming a new person. I can finally have the choice of choosing my own path without being judged. Although, I will have to leave the people I love and care about.

I stopped reading at this part. I-someone- was doing the exact opposite of what I wanted: to give up their family for a new life.