"I can see why Samantha likes you," Elijah noted as he walked over to a wall nearby.
"What's this about?" Sean looked at the angel with peculiar eyes.
"I'll show you." So swift were Elijah's movements, his feet elevating him on the wall at an angle. Shifting his body weight, he jumped on the ground at the end of the curved wall.
"From one impossible task to another!" Sean's throat was dry as a desert. The exhaustion from the previous task was wearing down on his body. "What do you want me to do? You're talking about walking on walls sideways? How in the heck is this supposed to happen? I don't fully comprehend how to channel mana yet. I'm flying by the seat of my pants here."
"To be a Dreamweaver means you have to defy the reality you put in your mind." You think you can't do it because on Earth you saw the movies. Yes, we know what movies are. So you're sitting here looking at me, and you've already seen plenty of impossible things that you never knew could exist, so why not be able to walk on walls?" Elijah tilted his head sideways putting out two fingers walking on air. "Why can't you take the time to learn how to do this? If you want to see your beloved Tabatha, she needs to be a resource. And if Tabatha is your source, I think you can do anything because we finally found what makes you tick."
I remember her warm lips touching mine.Our trip to the private island with the three-star hotel near the ocean was divine. "I know she's my girl," Sean affirmed to Elijah, "and I'm going to keep that in mind."
"Good, now go ahead and try to run up the wall." Elijah pointed toward the white wall pulling back his finger like a bullet firing out of a gun.
"All right, here goes nothing." Sean started to run; his feet then quickly went sideways to run across the wall. He slammed into the ground, his shoulder hitting hard on the floor.
The whimsical angel pranced over to Sean his feet barely touching the ground. "Once again, reality is within your mind. Focus, be intentional with your thoughts. From what I hear, you drift off into random thoughts. You will die the second you get out there if you don't focus." Elijah pointed his index finger toward his head. "Nothing else matters. If you can do it, then you may have a chance of becoming a Dreamweaver. You may have the opportunity to be able to survive your first demon encounter."
Sean leaned on the wall panting. "I'm going all out for this. My mind hurts terribly. My body is throbbing with pain. I swear my head hurts more times than I can count. And it still hurts even though I'm not in my Earth body. I'm trying my best here, man. You keep busting my chops."
Elijah walked up and put his hand out to Sean. "I'm busting your chops so a demon won't be able to bust yours."
Sean looked at the hand extended out to them and took a deep breath. "Man," he said, grabbing the hand of the kind angel before him. "I understand what you're trying to do."
Sean sat there exhausted, leaning on the wall. "If this is what you have to do to become a Dreamweaver, then I don't want to see Anastasia." Sean sat there for a moment, realizing what he had said. He waited for the moment, thinking he would be magically transported to a place of torment. He didn't want to hear the screams again.
He closes his eyes for a moment thinking of Tabatha again and her hug and embrace. Sean's hands trembled… I miss you, baby. I need you. I wish you were here. The closest one who cared about him was Samantha, and he felt oddly close to Melody, who went out of her way to help him find a good place for lunch.
"Here, you must be thirsty." Elijah handed Sean a bottle of water with a big smiley face on it.
"What is this?" Sean asked Elijah smiling oddly.
"It's fizzy water, don't you know? It's the best water here. Take a sip. I am surprised no one's given it to you yet." Elijah opened his own bottle and took a sip, and smiled wide.
Sean looked at the big smiley face in black. He opened the bottle and took a sip. "This tastes like my favorite soda back home. But it looks like water." His fingers traced the smooth grooves on the outside of the bottle. "This place continues to boggle my mind. How in the world is this possible? This is the best thing! It looks like water, but it is a soda. I need answers!"
Elijah laughed almost spitting up his beverage. This is one of paradise's favorite drinks. It is called fizzy pop, and it comes from a fountain in heaven. It is supernatural, and it will always be your favorite drink. We get a limited amount here in the Dreamweaver Society. It is always gone every month. So we make sure to get all new Dreamweaver's at least one to know what the other side is like. There are so many other things in paradise I can't even tell you yet."
I know when I'm working for it, I can drink this every day, man, this will be amazing. "Weird, I don't feel like my stomach will be tied in knots because it's a perfect drink." Sean leaned his head back, gulping down the delicious pop.
"It is perfect because it comes from paradise," Elijah says.
"Do you ever get to visit home?" Sean asks the intelligent angel.
"Visit home? Oh, you mean like a vacation back to heaven. At times I get to go back, but our work keeps us busy, and we barely keep afloat." Elijah's thumb slowly graced his chin. "Demonic presences on Earth are getting larger, so the stronger angels are being sent there. Even those that train here, especially the Dreamweaver's, have been sent to fight and deliver strongholds. Cities are filled with wickedness." Pausing for a moment, there was a cracking noise, the angel shifting his neck to the right. "If those cities overflow with wickedness the worst could…."