The Angelic Knights

Recently, local village board members labeled the property located inside the Midland Forest, surrounded by towering timber featuring deceptive and tricky qualities, an ‘eye soar’, proclaiming no trespassing status, despite the trees numerous rings marking many wise years experienced. Adolescents down at the local high school deemed the hideaway, “best place to get that eternal high’ and to prove this point once in a while, they would sacrifice, “EGOTs”, ‘Envious, Greedy, Overbearing, Twits’, luring them to the destination for a night ‘that will end all lively mission obligations’.

“What are ‘lively mission obligations’?” Toni Oskara asked, peering away from an advertisement, strategically pinned, using the scholastic announcement board platform.

“It is a heart pounding episode that will keep blood flowing,” her classmate surmised.

Only a few miles down the road, three cemeteries established centuries ago, continued having their residencies, despite decaying aging challenges. Designated angels protected the rural resting plots, conjuring spiritual wealth worth millions.

“Why are there so many graves here with youthful, chiseled dates?” Angel Uzupis hard boiled attitude screamed, carrying an egg basket.

“They say it has to do with the children maturing and learning,” Angel Hill explained.

“But death?”

“Kids call the new arrivals ‘envious, greedy, overbearing, twits,’”

“But death is not how to solve this evolving education problem,” Angel Uzupis repeated the message.

Sitting quietly, occupying a dark depressed state, Grammy Emilija stared across the one room living quarters, seeing the rifle propped up waiting, patiently for the next invasion. Pondering past events, the veteran independent fighter reflected, talking towards a photographed cat picture, obsessed with memories. “How does one allow being controlled?” She thought, “is it laziness, turning over headache activities, allowing others to complete the task?”

Sapling remains snapped before crackling, when Toni Oskara softly brisked through underdeveloped wooden paths, encountering the deteriorating dismal cabin cottage.

Eyes bulging; Grammy Emilija heard the strange voice and reached, retrieving the defensive weapon. “I am searching for an eternal high,” Toni Oskara declared.

“Another one is coming here wanting a shot, I see,” Grammy Emilija inserted a single golden bullet, “well get ready.” Aiming straight, firing off the magical priceless pellet hoping an eternal high would be unleashed, upon reaching its destination. As the tricky trees played hot potatoe, the piercing metal flew around wanting deadly entry, creating destructive resolutions.

Suddenly, glowing lights descended, encompassing the setting, illuminating a spotlighted phenomenon brightening all the characters, shining their beautiful elements. Feilding the altering slug the holy spirit proclaimed, “I am the Angel of Freedom, and I have intervened, lecture prepared, stating to the future ‘replace making a mistake whose results could not be reversed, and instead use interpretive storytelling, then critical errors won’t end tragically’,”

“Who goes there?” Grammy Emilija emerged, “the uninvited visitor requested the eternal high treatment, and I just supplied what they truly wanted.”

“Grammy Emilija, you have the right to bear arms, you have the right to guard your blessed home, but you do not have the right to end a curious individuals' physical abilities.”

Quietly listening, Grammy Emilija put down the shotgun, “now maturing child give me a reason you need an eternal high.”

“They say I am an EGOT,” Toni Oskara explained.

“You have the right and freedom to be envious but jealously is not a good idea, you have the right and freedom to be greedy, but it is not a good idea, you have the right and freedom to act in an overbearing fashion , but it is not a good idea,” Angel of Freedom explained, “finally if you continue this behavior you will end up tortured nailed to a cross, alone, and history will define you as a super star martyr.”

“Are you my eternal high?” Toni Oskara inquired, receiving almighty protection.

“Yes, I am,” Angel of Freedom, honestly comforted, accepting responsibility.

Confirming peace, Angel Hill and Angel Uzupis appeared, “what is going on here? Angel of Freedom, ‘is your sometimes you have to what it takes strategic ideology’, drawing blood?”

“I stopped this immature activity that could put someone in our graveyards,” Angel of Freedom reported.

“Nice job,” Angel Uzupis and Angel Hill commented.

Next day, the three souls manned their cryptic outposts, “you know we should write down proper regulation ideas,” Angel of Freedom suggested.

“Moses made an attempt,” Angel Uzupis mentioned.