happilyeverbeginning | Guardian Angel - Revealing Yourself

A tired yawn filled the air. Even if it was somewhat un-knightly to look as tired as he did, he couldn't help the yawns as the unflattering tiredness washed over him.

Galahad thought that things would change a little once he'd been Knighted. Perhaps he would be sent on quests or sent to foreign lands to do business in the name of the King. But.. he wasn't aware that things would change so little. It seemed like once he had taken the oath he'd done nothing but guard duty, and longer shifts at that. Apparently, the Kingdom still didn't trust its newest and youngest addition to the Knighthood.

At the Knighting ceremony, the seer that had attended the festivities had told him of a great and perilous destiny... One that he needed to survive if the Kingdom was going to flourish. He had a difficult time believing that to be true if it was his fate to serve as the cities ever-vigilant watch. He imagined the letter they'd sent him earlier in the day which he had yet to open--closed with the royal wax seal--promised more of the same guard duty.

The horse he walked with nudged him and broke him out of the thoughts. "Ah. Sorry." He apologized, giving the horse a pat on its soft nose. "I didn't mean to ignore you." As he straightened and looked onwards towards his home, it seemed he had managed to ignore someone else as well. Percival, his comrade; The horse had always been fidgety around her. "Good evening...?" He managed to Percival.

Percival hesitated before turning around. To be so wrong about where Galahad was currently was embarrassing on a number of levels. This wasn't getting off to a good start.

Clearing her throat and hoping her cheeks weren't as red as they felt, she turned around, her face stoic as she could make it. "Galahad. I need to speak with you about a very important matter...alone." She eyed the horse but only for a moment. Animals tended to be nervous around her, as if they knew she didn't belong there. Which in turn made her nervous too.

"...Once your horse is in the stable."

He straightened, the tiredness suddenly subsiding in light of the seriousness in her voice. His first thought, oddly enough, was of the letter on his table that he'd neglected to read this morning when he'd gotten it. Perhaps there was something important inside that was urgent? Was it a mistake having not read it and she was there to talk of details on a mission he knew nothing about?

He felt a sudden pit of dread in his stomach.

"Of course." It would take him some time to get his horse settled, so he hurried to the door and unlocked it with a small iron key before heading back to the horse. "Please make yourself at home. I'll only be a moment around back."

"Please hurry. This a matter of utmost urgency."

With a curt nod, she allowed herself inside. It wasn't the first time she'd been in his home, but she'd never been in there when it was so late. As Percival waited for Galahad to join her, she couldn't help but glance around. His home was truly humble, and it said a lot about himself.

As the wooden floor creaked underneath her, she found herself standing in the entrance of his bedroom, looking at where he usually slept. Would he ever know a night's peace again? She sighed heavily.

Urgency? Oh, no.

Galahad hurried to the small stable behind his house and practically tossed the saddle onto the ground as he ushered the horse in. He turned to leave, though a snort from the horse summoned him back long enough to realize that the mare hadn't been fed. A messy pile of oats was shoveled into the pen with an apology (and an apologetic bow...) before he hurried off.

After rushing through the front, He found himself making a line towards the letter on the table. Perhaps he could read it while Percival talked to make sure he wasn't completely caught off guard if it was a mission. He kept his back to her, quickly breaking the seal and setting the paper down so he could read and take off his things at the same time. "Is... something the matter?" He managed, setting his sword on the table with a clink.

Percival turned toward him as he heard Galahad enter, and she wasn't wholly surprised by the letter he was opening. In fact, it was a big factor in the decision she was making tonight. She crossed her arms, watching him as she spoke.

"I have not been completely honest with you about why I am here. In fact, I haven't been truly honest with anyone in the kingdom about who I am. What I am to tell you must remain a secret that you carry with you to your grave...I can't guarantee your safety, or even my own, if it gets out."

Her eyes fell upon the letter. "But I must do this, exactly because of what it says within that letter."

The statement from Percival was enough to get him to look in her direction warily. What did she mean that.. she hadn't been 'honest'? He didn't care to question everything that she'd done, not at that point. No..

Instead, he turned his attention back to the letter. After a moment, he spoke. "It's... a mission." Galahad continued to read the letter, turning to her since he'd clearly been terrible about trying to hide that he was reading. As his eyes scanned the page he could feel the blood in his veins turn cold our of the sheer fear that came over him.

Was.. this serious? Of course it had to be serious, it had the royal seal on the letter but...

Even if his fur were already a bright shade of white, somehow he'd become more pale and his fur more fluffed after reading what was on the page. "It.. says that they want me to travel outside of the city to a Dragon's nest that they've found nearby." Dragons were notoriously feared...everywhere. No one had dispatched a Dragon by themselves in decades, and he'd earned a Knighting just by deflecting their flame from the castle. "They want us to get rid of the dragons and the nest by 'any means we deem necessary'. They apologize for the abruptness, but the troops they've sent over the last month haven't come back." He gripped the side of the counter, suddenly feeling very sick.

Percival wanted to teach out and touch him, help him regain his balance, but didn't allow herself to do so. She waited a moment for the information to sink in before continuing - although she wore no shock on her face, as if she'd already known what was to come. But how could she, if the letter was sealed?

"I can understand their desperation...but if you go, you will die." There was coldness in her voice - this was a hard fact, no getting around it. "A dragon alone is an extremely difficult monster to slay...but a whole nest of them guarantees death. But they're willing to sacrifice you if it means a chance at slaying them."

A few steps forward. "And I will not allow that to happen. It is my duty to protect you."

It didn't make any sense. If they didn't know how to defeat a nest of dragons then why send him? Why one Mobian? Perhaps they were sending the only person that had subdued a dragon's power in the hopes that it would be effective. After all, a nest of deadly dragons near the Kingdom would be a death sentence for everyone who lived there. A few lives might have to be a necessary sacrifice.

If he were thinking clearly, perhaps he could put together that she knew things she shouldn't and said things that wouldn't normally seem correct. Though, honestly, he was just..scared.

"If it is a death sentence ..I can't ask you to come with me." His hand clenched. And for a moment, his eyes shined. He quickly blinked back what might've been there. "I don't have the luxury of considering my own life now. My life is no longer my own."

"No. In reality, it is my life that belongs to you."

There were a thousand ways to go about this. If he didn't believe her words, there was another way to prove who - what - she was. For now, she'd have to try words.

"I knew this day would come, though I have tried to prevent it. Now I have little choice. It is my sacred duty to protect you and you alone, Galahad. It is why I am in the kingdom. I was sent here to keep you alive, for you have a far greater destiny waiting for you."

"Galahad... I am your Guardian Angel."

She paused - knowing the pure, innocent boy, there was a chance he'd just take as a metaphor.

He figured her explanation was more a figure of speech than literal fact. It being Percival's mission to protect him..could explain why she had been so kind. Why else would a stranger offer to provide lessons with no strings attached, or do all the other things that she'd done to help him?

Galahad sunk to his knees with the letter still in his hands. He didn't want to think that their friendship, too, was just a part of her mission. No, he wouldn't accept that as some farce.

'Who gave you that mission?' He didn't say the question out loud, but rather mentally. Talking to other people like that was almost never on purpose.. but it happened if he was upset. And he didn't even realize he was doing it half the time.

So much for words... at least words that were spoken by mouth. She would have to uncover the truth and make him see it.

Lift your head, Galahad. It is time you saw what few mortals know exist.

Percival closed her eyes, summoning her power. Her armor began to glow white hot, and then changed form. Six wings began to grow out of her back, three on each side, with feathers the same shade as her fur. Now instead of being coated in armor, she wore flowing garments of enchanted silk, colors of red and orange, of blazing fires. She even lifted herself a half inch from the floor - not that she needed to, but as an extra boost to the "yes, this is happening" factor.

"You are a chosen one, Sir Galahad, and I was chosen for you."

Not surprisingly, his eyes widened at the sight of her. If not for the wall to his back Galahad might've tried his luck at running in the opposite direction. He wasn't at all sure what he was seeing.. or what it meant concerning his question, But he knew of such winged beings from books he'd read in the castle library. They were always regarded with fear and reverence for the otherworldly skills.

He said nothing and his mind went completely blank but--almost comically--Galahad slowly ducked himself behind the edge of the table and peeked over its surface at her, almost like he was trying to hide from what stood before him.

Percival was almost insulted at the fear Galahad was showing, but she had to remind herself that this was a typical mortal reaction. She cleared her throat and forced her feet back onto the floor.

"Be at ease, Galahad. I am here to help you. I am not your enemy. I was chosen from on high to guide you towards a greater purpose, though I was only supposed to do so in the guise of a mortal. But I have chosen to reveal this truth to you so I can better protect you."

"..." He peered over the table and seemed to consider her words carefully. It was a conflicting feeling to be afraid of someone he'd only known as his friend and mentor. Having that change seemed...wrong.

It was a moment before he dared to ask, "Are..." Galahad looked off. "Are you still my friend, then? Are you still the Percival that I know? Or.." He took a breath. "Are you a guardian."

"I am both."

She began to walk towards him, stopping only when they were close.

"I was assigned to watch over you and protect you. But it was not required for me to become your companion...your friend." She clenched her hand, holding it over her chest. "In fact...it is frowned upon for most angels to become close to their charges as you and I have. I didn't even intend to be so close to you...at first."

Percival sighed, and met his eyes. "...But your kindness and compassion, your loyalty and bravery...The very nature of you won me over. That is why I was compelled to break the sacred laws and reveal myself to you, because of how deeply you mean to me. I was uncomfortable holding things back from you any longer. You deserved the truth."

In retrospect, it could explain the mannerisms he'd endured when they had first met. Percival had been kind enough to offer to train with him but she still seemed guarded and distant outside of that. Any time he had tried to change the conversation to anything friendly he was shut out for very a long time. Galahad had thought it odd but let her open up if she felt like doing so.

"You did that for me...? I.." He slowly stood, still seeming hesitant in spite of the news. His hands hung at his side. "Perhaps you were sent here for a mission but ...you have my back just as I have yours. That will not change."

And with that, he leaned forward and hugged his friend.

Percival jerked initially, startled, but... her arms around him as well. Her touch was warm, divinely so, and she hoped it gave him some kind of comfort. Her wings lowered in relaxation.

"I shan't betray your trust. I will do everything in my power to see you safe. You are my dearest friend. But I must ask you swear you won't tell another soul about me." She touched his cheek fondly. "Though this kingdom is full of good souls, yours is the only one I can trust."

A nod. "I promise. No one else will know this." Though his mind did wander to his father. He couldn't imagine ever lying to Lancelot about ..anything--Galahad was a terrible liar anyway--but there didn't seem to be any possible way for the subject to arise without him bringing it up. If it did, flatly saying that he couldn't talk about it would have to suffice.

He leaned back. "Though.. i-if I may. I have some questions."

"I imagine you do." She released her hold on him, ready to answer whatever came her way. Percival had spent all day rehearsing certain answers to certain questions, so she was positive she could handle anything that came her way.

"Go ahead. I will no longer hold anything back."

Galahad took a moment to compile a list of questions in his head. And, like a dam spilling over, they started to come out all at once.

"Do you still have a mortal life with our limitations?" In other words, would she be in peril if she accompanied him on the task he was given. "How did you know I was the person you were supposed to be guarding? I was a child when you came to the city." A millisecond of a pause. "Do you have a family back where you come from? What of the letter. How did you know that it was important before I'd even opened it? It was sealed." He stopped long enough to take a breath this time. "Where had your wings gone all this time?" He peered around her. "How are they here now? Is this how you were able to fly just now?"

And finally, he gave a longer pause and seemed to realize the extent of what he'd asked. "Would you be punished for telling me any of this? If so... you don't have to answer anything. I will take you at your word. "

In hindsight, perhaps she should have said "one question at a time", knowing Galahad's ever inquisitive nature. Thankfully she found it amusing, since it was so very like him.

"Let me see if I can get that all in the right order." She replied with a hint of amusement.

"I do not wound as easy as a mortal does, nor get exhausted as easily. Beings like myself tend to live ten times as long because of this. I am actually much older than I appear...and I have guarded many lives before yours. I was assigned to you when the one I guarded last passed on. As for family... I do not have one in the sense you are familiar with."

"There many divine beings, and I am merely one of their creations, made from their will and strength. And is they who give me insight to the future, which is how I know what your letter read. As for my wings, I can easily create illusions with my form. My wings were merely hidden from sight all this time. All I need to do is wish it, and I can change my appearance to whatever suits me, or you, most. And levitation is just a single one of my powers."

Then, with a sigh, "I do not know if I will be punished for what I'm saying. To be honest...I've never heard of an angel revealing themselves to their charges before. I may be punished. But I will take the risk."

He listened to her answers very attentively. Though Percival may have been an assigned guardian, he asked them out of sincere curiosity over her wellbeing.

The question about her family was meant to ascertain if she had a family who would miss her if something were to happen; Insight into her abilities would be important to glean if she could tell what he intended to do and when; And the most important detail he was trying to glean from her words was how she could fair against so many dragons. If she had the abilities and endurance of a mortal then it would be near certain death to face a clutch of mythical beasts. There would be no point to both of them potentially losing their lives, so he would have had to have made plans to escape for the Dragon's Nest in the night without her.

Galahad didn't like to use words against her in that manner and think so deceptively.. but it could not be helped. He needed to know the extent of the risk for his friend. And even with the abilities she listed, it still seemed like a risk.

He cradled one arm with the opposite one. "I did not intend to cause trouble for you or anyone like you." He frowned, glancing to the floor. "My last question." And an important one in its own right. "I.. have been told I have a great destiny. I have you by my side to keep me safe throughout that journey, but as your friend, how do you know that you draw the line between pushing my abilities and protecting me?" In other words, did that friendship make her coddle him more than those other people she had guarded? Not that she could be called the epitome of soft. Oh, no. He couldn't count the amount of bruises he'd gotten in her training. But those bruises had been given under her watchful tutelage. Galahad had to wonder if this ..task was meant to test his abilities.

Galahad was often called naive - but he certainly wasn't dumb. Percival's ears folded, unsure of how to properly answer - mostly because it'd been a struggle to figure it herself. She didn't answer right away, cupping her elbows and sighing deeply. Despite being an angel, she looked more human now than ever.

"I...It has been difficult." She finally concluded, without meeting Galahad's eye just yet. "At first, I only intended to help you become a better man, so you would follow your destiny. But as I came to know you...I became more reluctant to draw you to that destiny. It's fraught with danger, and not just physically. Yours is a kind soul, and on this path people will try to betray you, deceive you, use you to your own ends. I... At times, I selfishly wondered if I could hold back on my training so you wouldn't go on that path for just a little while longer."

Yet now she raised her head, her voice serious. "...But every time that temptation came, I saw your eyes. You are strong, Galahad, stronger than you know. And I know you would never forgive me if I went easy on you for any reason."

"I would forgive you no matter what you said or did." He admitted. Maybe it was foolish and naive of him to admit to such a thing, but it was how he felt. No matter how many times she'd driven him beyond exhaustion or slighted his skills he'd felt nothing but admiration, and he couldn't think of anything that she could do to change that.

Suppose that they'd have to prepare to leave, then. With her help perhaps there was a chance he could accomplish the task that he was given. And live to see the end of it.

With a sigh, he turned and began to open cupboards and grab things they may need for their journey. He'd need to leave tomorrow morning. "But..I'm grateful. I need to be as strong as I can be to defend those who call me ally, as well as those who call themselves enemies." He looked down. "I have been told I was a fool for thinking any Knight could do that and never take a life." He didn't know what he would do if the King ever ordered him to kill someone. Hopefully that would never happen.

Percival said nothing for a moment, watching him pack. His life had changed, and yet he showed no hesitation in this life-risking mission. Galahad was a brave soul.

She silently came up behind him, and hugged him from the back, arms going around his chest. She wished that her arms could protect him from all the evils of the world so he never had to face them, or even know that certain evils existed. In the great scheme of things... life wasn't fair.

"I give you my word." Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. "I will never leave your side, even if the those from above demand otherwise. I decided long ago that you were not only my charge... but the one I would obey above all, in order to keep you safe and alive."

He stopped dead once he felt her press into him from behind. No matter how much he tried to will it against happening, the slight flush rose to his face anyway. Galahad had hugged her on occasion, yes, but it always seemed much more personal when she returned that sentiment given her usual demeanor.

"Thank you..." But there was a silent question in his words as he slowly began to realize something. Percival had always had orders or someone to guard, hadn't she? And as soon as the last person had perished he was simply the next mission in line. And after he perished sometime in the far-flung future, she would move to the next mission or face punishment. His chest tightened just thinking about it, the thought that his friend was not free.

Galahad lifted a hand and tentatively placed it on the ones she'd folded over his chest. "You should be free to make your own decisions without a mission or master in mind."He shook his head, "It's cruel that you've lived in this world for so long and yet you haven't been free to live in it as you see fit." After a moment of tentative silence he added, "After this mission, I'll beg your Leaders to let you out of being my guardian. Out of being anyone's guardian. You shouldn't be forced to guard anyone for eternity."

A mortal making demands of deities? It was almost laughable. But she knew he meant every word, and squeezed him a little tighter. "I am making my own choice now." She said quietly, her cheek resting on his shoulder. Would that time could stop this moment and hold it for eternity.

"To be honest... I don't know what I'd do with my life, if I had 'freedom'. But I have rarely been so happy as I have with you. I don't know what I will do when you pass on... but I will fight with my life to make sure that doesn't happen for as long as possible. Believe me, Galahad. I give myself willingly to you. And I would do it over and over."

Galahad closed his eyes and took in every word of her oath with a light nod. It was amazing that she could feel such a way after having lived so long. Most of the people he'd met who had lived long enough to see Kingdoms rise and fall seemed so indifferent, but there was a spark in Percival that never seemed to go out.

He let started to let himself lean into her, and when he realized that he'd started doing it he immediately tried to correct himself by hurriedly yanking his hand away and straightening. "I.." He stammered, "..need to pack for tomorrow. And get some rest."

Perhaps other men would have taken advantage of such a situation, and of a lady's feelings, but Galahad was not like most men. It was one of the rare times she could have wished otherwise. She kissed his cheek and let him go.

By the time he turned around - if he dared to face her after that - he'd find that she was in her armor once more, her wings vanished. She looked exactly the same as when she entered the house, save for the sad look in her eyes. "...I shall see you in the morning, then. Try to rest well, dear Galahad. I know I have given you much to think over... but tomorrow is another day. One we shall conquer together."

With that, she headed for the door, the only hint of her divinity being a single white feather on the floor.

Over the next few days, they'd traveled due the north of the city where the dragons caverns were said to be tucked high atop a mountain's face. Galahad spent a few days after that observing the creatures. If he knew what they did, it would give a better idea when they might be most vulnerable to attack - Knowing that might be their only advantage.

So he crouched on a precarious mountain ledge as he watched a dragon soar high into the sky. The few families that had settled in the alcove didn't seem intent on bothering anyone, which was the strange part. ' If I could understand why they attack, perhaps none of them would have to die.' He thought.

He stood and scanned the mountainside for his companion, unaware that the Dragon he had been watching above had been watching back the entire time.

Percival was "in charge", or so she put it herself, of keeping track of their supplies. They'd run low on water and other necessities, so Percival had taken it upon herself to scavenge for food. While she understood Galahad's train of thought, she'd done everything she could to discourage it. Dragons couldn't be reasoned with, and the king wouldn't accept their mission as complete until they returned with evidence of corpses.

With a sack slung over her back and a jug of water, she was returning to Galahad's side. But her eyes went above, staring at the dragon overhead. Was it merely stretching its wings, or looking for a snack? She began to slow down to a halt, watching its movements.

Once he'd spotted Percival a fair distance away, he made his way to climb down from the mountainside perch. It was a hot day.. and something to drink sounded nice after sitting on a hot ledge for hours on end. 'Just don't look down..' Galahad said to himself with a gulp as some small stones skittered down the rocky mountain face.

Step by step he descended to the safety of a flat tree-laden area where they had set up camp. Though as he was clinging to a particularly precarious rock, a huge crash sent a shower of stones down the mountainside. Galahad ducked down flat against the mountain until he was sure the sound cleared. When he dared to look up to see the source of the noise, rocks weren't what he saw. Galahad looked into the giant green eye of the Dragon he'd been watching fly overhead a few moments earlier.

"GALAHAD!"

Some Guardian Angel she was - he was a hair's width from death! She tossed aside everything she was carrying, running as fast as her feet would take her - faster still, when she lost her armor and returned to her angelic form. But with robes and wings came a new change - before she hadn't shown Galahad her weapon.

In her hands, what was once an ordinary sword of steel was now lit aflame with hellfire. Not that the wings were merely for show - with them, she could leap greater bounds until she achieved flight, slamming down the blade into the dragon's neck. It wouldn't behead the beast, but it certainly wouldn't care about Galahad for the moment.

There was no time to think before the giant creature reared its body and screamed in pain. "No...!" Galahad glanced up to see a winged silhouette hovering close to them, a strange sword in their hand.

Those wings... her wings.

He let go of the mountains face so he could hold out his hands towards Percival and shield her from the inevitable retaliation from the Dragon. He concentrated to try and keep himself aloft over the sheer drop and shield her at the same time, just as the Dragon reared its head back and spewed a stream of blue fire.

Why was he protecting her? She was an angel, he was a mortal!

Despite being a divine being, Percival didn't pray often, but now she did - that the fate Galahad was supposed to enter would happen now, that the mystic powers he held would now awaken. She clung to him tightly, her wings trying to cover him as best they could. Ordinary wounds wouldn't kill her - but dragonfire was far from an ordinary wound.

"Galahad...!"

If she did have to die now... there would be no better place than in his arms.

"AHH!" The fire slammed into the wall that Galahad had made and he strained under the force of it. He could feel wisps of cold seeping through as the barrier began to break apart; Dragons fire always felt bizarrely cold to the touch, though that didn't mean it burned any less.

Once the first blast of blue fire ceased, he glanced beyond the angel's feathers to see more winged shadows approaching. The other dragons had heard their comrades cry and had come to help. Galahad's heart sank. He'd have no choice but fight them now.

"Are you all right?" He rushed to say, taking her face in his hands.

But instead of assuring him, Percival pushed him away. "There's too many of them! You can't stay here, you'll be killed! I can distract them for a while..." And she was clearly intent on doing so, gripping the sword in her hand.

"You have to get out of here, now! That's an order!"

"I..." The dragons loomed close. He'd only have a moment to decide between obeying her order or completing the mission that was given to him; Live or die. Galahad shook his head. "I can't do as you ask. This is my mission and I will not just leave it. I will not leave your side like a coward..!" It must've been the first time he'd outright refused to do anything she asked.

Galahad turned to place both hands on the side of the cliff face and squeezed his eyes shut to concentrate. "Even if being by your side means moving mountains, I will not run away." He'd bring the very mountain they lived in down on them. It was the only way he could think to win against such a hoard of creatures.

The earth began to rumble, and rock began to crack.

Galahad's powers were still growing, and would become something legendary in the future - but Percival thought it would still be a long time coming. Did he truly have that much power here and now?

"Galahad...Can you do that?!"

That would take more strength and will than most mortals could ever possess - would it kill him?! Desperate and afraid, Percival clung onto Galahad from behind, trying to send some of her power into him. She didn't even know if it was possible, but she had to try.

"I ...do not know." The words came across strained. He could feel a nosebleed coming on already, which always happened when he pushed himself too hard. Blood ran down his face, "But it will take something of legend to defeat a hoard of dragons." There was no choice. His fingers tensed and curled as he put his all into trying to get the rocks of the mountain to move.

But he felt a strange sort of calming power when Percival wrapped her arms around him.

A green light filled the air as a giant crack etched its way across the mountain's face. As the crack deepened, rocks and boulders began to fall on the unsuspecting dragons. Wild screams filled the air, barely audible above the crashing noise.

Percival shut her eyes for a moment, as if afraid to look at the chaos all around them. The noise of the rocks and the dying cries was deafening, and she could barely hear the words that came out of Galahad's mouth. They couldn't be sure all the dragons were dead until the world was silent. And Galahad still needed more power. Percival could only give so much of her own power away before she began to suffer the consequences - an angel needed their magic to live, much as a mortal needed blood. Giving away too much could cause someone to pass out... or die. But for Percival, this was a more than acceptable risk if it meant Galahad would survive. Her vision began to blur and her grip weakened, but she continued to give all that she had.

He could feel himself begin to reach the brim of his power and push past it within minutes. Galahad coughed out a bright red blood in spite of the splintering pain that shot through him. 'Not yet..' He thought.

But all of a sudden, as Percival's grip tightened, he felt a crackling warmth around him. It ran through him like a soothing light. It felt.. unearthly, somehow, but absolutely peaceful. The pain and the noise slowly began to vanish as the next few minutes ticked past.

As Galahad opened his eyes, there was nothing in front of him but empty sky. He glanced sidelong where the dragons had once been. "We're okay." It sounded more like a question.

Guardian Angel - Revealing Yourself - Percival & Galahad

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