The whole place was like an art museum, only better lighted and without the crowd. The guardian angel was mesmerized by everything around her, including the other figures of light dressed in armors.<br/><br/>A powerful voice called out her name and Zefiriel’s gaze left the enchating figure of the blonde angel which caught her attention mere moments ago. She turned around and fell on one knee when she saw the one who stood in front of her, bright as the sun in his plain armor.<br/>“My lord” she said softly and bowed her head. “It gives me great honor to be in your presence.”<br/>The other angels welcomed their commander with thunder like voices, hitting the marble floor twice with their magnificent weapons. Zefiriel had never seen such natural discipline in the human armies.<br/><br/>She dared to raise her eyes to take a better look at him. In all her years of existence she had heard many stories about Heavens’s weaponsmaster, Antonius and she had always pictured him in her mind as a true hero. The Archangel didn’t fail her expectations with his statuesque build and controlled posture. The faint creases on his face spoke of duty and honor, while his voice was comforting without being too demanding.<br/><br/>“I know not for why you have summoned me.” she said hastily and stood up, “but he was kind enough to show me the archives”, Zefiriel pointed to the cherubim beside her “ and it was a very intense experience for me. It is my first time in the war quarters and I want to thank all of you for keeping us safe all the time.” That last sentence made her look down again at her toes, as if something really interesting was happening there.<br/>Zefiriel didn’t know what exactly triggered the courage to speak in front of the warrior angels, but she knew it had to do with gratitude. Pure, simple, real gratitude for all of those who fought everyday to keep the world at peace and for those who have fallen doing so.<br/>