The cherubim returned after what seemed like forever even for an immortal being.<br/><br/>“Lord Antonius has been called for an important task. I wish to take you somewhere until he returns to explain why you were summoned here today. I believe this is your first time visiting the war quarters, is it not?” His smile was comforting, not condescending and there was a spark of pride in his eyes when he spoke.  Zefiriel had no words in her answer, she only bowed her head lightly as a reply.  It was indeed her first time in these parts of Heaven and the angels gathered in the hall were magnificent to look at, in their bright and beautiful armors.<br/><br/>As they passed the columns, they entered the Gates of Martyrs and found themselves in an open room where mirrors of different sizes hanged in the air. The room had no walls and the marble floor looked like a platform standing on clouds, surrounded only by the vast, blue horizon.<br/><br/>“This is where history is recorded.” The cherubim said guiding her passed the mirrors, “ Our history and Earth’s as well.  It is important for you to know it in order to understand the link between these two worlds and the ties that bind us to the human soul. “<br/><br/>She chose a wide mirror with latin markings on the sides to look in. The crystal surface dragged her body within the mirror and she found herself standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down on the shore. There were roman soldiers fighting amongst eachother and right besides them Zefiriel could see a group of women watching them with horror in their eyes. They were all tied up with rotten ropes, some of the younger ones were clinging to their elders for protection. One girl was standing up, watching the men killing eachother, without a trace of emotion in her eyes. She was probably the most beautiful woman Zefiriel had ever seen and in that moment she understood the reason behind it all.  The men were merciless with one another, like rabid dogs fighting over territory. One of them was especially skilled with the sword and he cut off a few heads in quick, swift movements. The angel couldn’t bear to see anymore. She closed her eyes and in an instand found herself back where harmony and peace reigned.<br/><br/>“That is just one of the many lessons humans have yet to learn.” The cherubim said sternly. “You may not have the time to experience every major lesson humanity has dealt with in the past centuries, therefore I recommend that you find a good historian to help you in your future mission.”<br/><br/>“My future mission?”<br/><br/>“Lord Antonius will explain everything, you only need patience.”<br/><br/>Zefiriel nodded and waited for her guide to make the next step. He took her back to the waiting hall with the assurance that she was allowed to enter the Gates anytime she would want to experience more events. Zefiriel was quiet and thoughtful, she felt like the cherubim was preparing her for something more important than she could ever hope for. Her gaze fell upon a feminine angel with golden hair.  She didn’t look out of place in the war quarters like Zefiriel did, but she wasn’t wearing an armor like the rest of the angels who lived there.<br/>