//------------------------------// // Chapter 9 Day: Sneaking Out // Story: Supernatural: Day, Night, and Shadows // by BioQuillFiction //------------------------------// Bored. This simple word best described Celestia currently. Her training as an archAngel was still some time away, and she didn't want to return to her mother's personal heaven… it felt wrong, being there without her. She moved into another heaven, that of a little girl who drowned in a river near her village. The eternal spring fields of flowers was comperting, and gave limitless snacks. There was a vast selection of flowers. Still, while nice it was boring. She wasn't like her siblings, who could literally stand around and do nothing, waiting for whatever was to come. She was bored… but they were all locked inside heaven. Only certain angels knew the secret exits and entrances, and none would tell her, for fear of punishment. But, she realized, perking up, there was Uncle Mettatron. He knew things, even if he didn't tell her, she could find Something in all those scrolls he writes and lays around. It was dishonest, but perhaps something when she returns as an apology gift could make things up to him? He enjoyed writing so it would make sense for him to enjoy reading. Stealthily she managed to enter Uncle Metatron's office, stacks of well organized parchments and scrolls decorated the floor and walls, and in the back most area was a simple desk of wood, where a box of ink, a cup of quills, and a stack of blank parchment and Metatron, sitting on an aged wood chair, his vessel was an elderly man, late forties, hair long gone and large glasses. Careful, Celestia went over to Uncle Mettatron's 'Do Not Touch, This Means You Gabriel!’ chest of very powerful knowledge and spells. Slowly opening it, she sifted through the contents. Tablets of monsters, angels, humans, demons, nope. Celestia moved them aside, looking for the spells. She found several, spell of reservation, summoning the four horsemen, a list of words that make Uncle Michael laugh without warning. She slipped that one under her wing. Finally finding the scroll of holes and portals to earth, Celestia placed it under her other wing, slipping out u detected. Mettaton sighed. “That girl better being me something good.” He said with a smile. With the events of her past, shaking her and heaven to it's core, he couldn't say no, so he played the blissful idiot in her taking of the two scrolls. “Maybe next time I'll leave her scroll of fun places to visit?” The location Celestia appeared In was full of humans, the streets all rock or brick, and buildings made largely from stone and wood. Her appearance, thanks to Gabriel's special necklace, was older than her first try, now at least a sixteen years old human girl to those around her, she wore an all white, simple dress and shoes. She wondered the city, wondering what to find. She saw street performers juggling, food vendors selling, and all in all, the harmonic chaos of everyday human life. It was nothing like heaven, and that made Celestia smile. She loved her home, but it was so dull. So...same. She wondered around, finding every sight and smell so new and amazing. Finally she bumped into someone. From few words she gathered the year was 1579. A time of art and literature for mankind. Turning her attention to the man she bumped Into, he was young, wearing many sacks of parchments strapped to his cloak. “Oh, sorry miss.” He said. “It's okay. I wasn't looking where I was going.” Celestia said. “That's a lot of parchment. Are you a writer?” “Yes, though not full time. Job and apprenticeship and all.” “Apprenticeship?” “Uh… I can't go into full details. I've never seen you around before miss…?” “Celestia… Celestia Castiel.” The filly said, remembering humans typically have a last name. “Well misses Castiel, I'm Shakespeare. William Shakespeare.” “Oh no, just Miss. I'm not married.” “Surprising. A young lady like yourself to be without husband.” “My family doesn't… have any particular beliefs about marriage.” “Ah, charlatans?” “I… guess you could say that.” “Hey, so long as the church doesn't catch wind. Bloody psychopaths sometimes.” William said, looking around. “You aren't, by chance, a Hunter, are you?” Celestia knew the meaning of that word. Hunters were humans who killed the monsters that try to kill them. “No, but I know of them.” “Ah. That explains a lot. You from a family one saved or something?” “Not exactly.” “Well, think you can help me then?” “Sure. I was just exploring really.” Nodding, Shakespeare lead Celestia to a shop within the town, where he rented the upstairs bedchambers. Once upstairs Shakespeare placed salt along the doorway, window and bed. “Owners always clean it up. Pretty sure they use it for their food or selling. Can't blame them.” He said, taking rest on the bed. “Now then, how do you know about the monsters of this world?” Pondering just how to answer, Celestia created something akin to the truth. “My family has known about them for… a long time, but  we've never actually done anything about them.” “How come?” “The heads of the family forbid it.” “Sounds like if you all know about them, you should be helping. It seems like they can do a lot of good.” “We could, but defying the heads is a very bad thing.” “I can understand not wanting to defying elders. Is there no one who would like to help you?” “Well… the obvious, my uncle Gabriel, he… left, many years ago. No idea where he is. But… I might be able to sneak some information from my uncle… Matt…” “Matt? Odd name.” “Yes. Very… give me a few.” “A few days is fine.” Celestia nearly fell over. She mentioned a few minutes, not days. She forgot how slow humans were due to their lack of abilities. “Yes. I'll see you here in a few days.” She said, Tak quick leave. “So let me see if I understand this.” Mettaton said, having caught his niece sneaking back into his office near hours after she was just there. “You went to earth, met William Shakespeare, and offered him to help him deal with some monsters by giving him information I wrote?” “Yes…” The filly said. Mettaton took a seat. William Shakespeare was one of the greatest, or he will be, poets and playwrights  to ever exist on earth. If memory serves Mettaton correct he was meant to be reborn as Howard Phillips Lovecraft in 1890, then again ten years later as Stephen King in 1947. Mettaton had to pull a lot of strings to make that happen. Or, rather, make it planned out. This could lead into his future incarnations written works, he thought. He also knew as is Shakespeare is a prophet of the Lord, but has now awakened. Metatron can't activate a prophet, but he knew what could. “Alright.” “Wait, what?” Celestia asked, certain she was supposed to be in trouble. “This could lead to many good things. Give me a few moments.” Mettatron stood, taking the tablets of life on Earth. Monsters, plants, long lost locations and humans, everything anyone would want to know about earth and all it holds was written on these tablets. They were his masterpiece. His first and last task as the scribe of God was these tablets. God told him long ago these were meant for humanity, and someday they'd be delivered to them, and only a prophet can read and translate them. Today, Mettatron felt, was they day they shall be given to humanity. With these and several scrolls of spells packed, he had one last thing to give Celestia. Opening a small metal box, Mettatron lifted out a single apple. It was from the garden of Eden. “Have Shakespeare eat this, and he will be able to read and translate the tablets.” Mettatron said, handing a satchel filled with important contents. “It is the last apple from the Earth's first apple tree. Fruit from the garden of Eden. It's special, and very powerful. It will never rot, and one bite will give the consumer understanding of all things, and for people like Shakespeare, will activate their powers as a prophet of the Lord.” “Okay, thank you Uncle Mettatron.” Celestia said, happy and eager. “There's a catch though.” Mettatron spoke up. “You must stay on earth, watch over and protect Shakespeare. This is the duty of angels, arch angels especially. Once Shakespeare takes a bite of the apple, you can not return home until he has passed away.” “But… that that's years…” Celestia said, now unsure. “Yes. Many. But it's okay. Celestia, we don't age like them, we will still be up here, watching you from above, and, if needed, help, but only if needed. If you ever want to speak with us, just pray. Okay?” “O...okay.” Celestia said, feeling a little better but unlikely to see her family again for years. “I love you.” She said, giving Mettatron a hug. Mettatron hugged back. Even though their family was broken now, it was still a family. Their family. She gave Mettatron something he never knew of before. Love. He owed a lot too her, but he knew she had to grow up, experience conflict and combat. Mature, and surpass everyone. He knew she could do it, and this was her first step.