Lourdes, France"
"Temp"te! Temp"te!" The man behind the ticket counter shouted, frantically waving a hand at the windows, where it was quickly growing unnaturally dark outside.
"I'm sorry," Rhys said, glancing toward the windows. "I don't understand," he paused a moment to search his brain for a translation. "Je ne?" He trailed off, his sparse knowledge of French, most of which consisted of words and phrases he'd picked up in restaurants or on television, failing him. "I'm trying to get to Gavarnie," he explained in exasperation for what had to be the third time. "Gav-ar-nie," he enunciated slowly.
The man behind the counter gesticulated with his hands and replied back in a fast flurry of French that Rhys didn't understand. What he did understand was that the man was becoming as exasperated with him as he was with the man.
Rhys blew out a slow sigh, summoning the very last of his patience. "I need to get to Gavarnie," he repeated. "It's important. Do you understand important?"
"Storm....No buses today," the man finally stammered in broken English.
"What do you mean no buses"!" Rhys exclaimed, as a clap of thunder broke overhead, loud enough to shake the entire building. "I have to get to Gavarnie! It's a matter of life and death!"
"Arguing with him isn't going to help," a voice interrupted, speaking perfect English, albeit with what sounded like an English accent.
Rhys turned to find a familiar face smiling back at him, one he hadn't seen in some time. There was no mistaking that face, the most remarkable feature of which was the soft, brown eyes that almost seemed to see into the very depths of Rhys' soul - a face almost too beautiful to be human, the face of Gabriel, or to be more specific, the Archangel Gabriel.
"What are you doing here?" Rhys asked, feeling an odd mix of relief and annoyance. "Back to give me more cryptic advice?" he continued, sounding more sarcastic than he had intended. The angel only smiled, glancing to the man behind the counter who was still going on in French. "C"est tout droit," he told the man, reaching out to touch his hand. "Tout sera bien." He slipped an arm around Rhys" shoulders to lead him away from the ticket counter.
Rhys glanced back and found the man had quieted, a peaceful, content countenance on his face. "What did you tell him' What the hell did you just do?" he asked, in awed confusion.
"That's one hell of a storm, don't you think?" the angel asked, ignoring Rhys' question and glancing toward the windows. Outside the bus station, the sky was growing dark, black, menacing clouds rolling in, thunder booming as lightning crackled overhead. It felt like the end of the world. Rhys had only seen a storm of its like once before and knew without a doubt it was not of this Earth. "Demons," he muttered, more to himself than to the angel beside him. He wasn't sure how they'd found him, but they had. Cold fear wrapped an icy hand around his heart. He wasn't ready for a fight, not here, not now. Lailah had told him to go to Gavarnie - for whatever reason, he didn't know, but she had never failed him in her guidance before. "Things are about to get interesting, my friend," the angel declared, sounding almost cheerful about this latest development. Rhys swung a glare at the angel, wondering how he could remain in such good spirits when they were about to be attacked by a hoard of demons. "Interesting is a strange way of putting it," he told the angel, glancing at the windows and the ominously-dark cloud that was heading their way. "They're coming," he declared darkly, reaching for the sword he had strapped to his hip " Joyeuse, the sword of Charlemagne. The angel turned, reaching to stay Rhys" hand from pulling the sword. "Not here, not now. This is not the place." "But..." Rhys stammered, looking confused. "They're not here for you," said the angel, stretching a hand out to tap two fingers against Rhys? forehead, and in the blink of an eye, they were both gone.
"What are you doing here?" Rhys asked, feeling an odd mix of relief and annoyance. "Back to give me more cryptic advice?" he continued, sounding more sarcastic than he had intended. The angel only smiled, glancing to the man behind the counter who was still going on in French. "C"est tout droit," he told the man, reaching out to touch his hand. "Tout sera bien." He slipped an arm around Rhys" shoulders to lead him away from the ticket counter.
Rhys glanced back and found the man had quieted, a peaceful, content countenance on his face. "What did you tell him' What the hell did you just do?" he asked, in awed confusion.
"That's one hell of a storm, don't you think?" the angel asked, ignoring Rhys' question and glancing toward the windows. Outside the bus station, the sky was growing dark, black, menacing clouds rolling in, thunder booming as lightning crackled overhead. It felt like the end of the world. Rhys had only seen a storm of its like once before and knew without a doubt it was not of this Earth. "Demons," he muttered, more to himself than to the angel beside him. He wasn't sure how they'd found him, but they had. Cold fear wrapped an icy hand around his heart. He wasn't ready for a fight, not here, not now. Lailah had told him to go to Gavarnie - for whatever reason, he didn't know, but she had never failed him in her guidance before. "Things are about to get interesting, my friend," the angel declared, sounding almost cheerful about this latest development. Rhys swung a glare at the angel, wondering how he could remain in such good spirits when they were about to be attacked by a hoard of demons. "Interesting is a strange way of putting it," he told the angel, glancing at the windows and the ominously-dark cloud that was heading their way. "They're coming," he declared darkly, reaching for the sword he had strapped to his hip " Joyeuse, the sword of Charlemagne. The angel turned, reaching to stay Rhys" hand from pulling the sword. "Not here, not now. This is not the place." "But..." Rhys stammered, looking confused. "They're not here for you," said the angel, stretching a hand out to tap two fingers against Rhys? forehead, and in the blink of an eye, they were both gone.