I walked inside the church with Henry's arm around me, and the pastor casually walking in front of us with his hands behind his back. He wore a rough, dark brown suit with tapered strands falling behind, a worn out pair of dress pants, and a pair of shoes which looked relatively new. His face had a few subtle scars running down the side which was somewhat masked by his pair of spectacles and the pipe he was using. His once dark hair had now turned into a silvery gray. In spite of all of this, the years seemed to be very nice for him. He was both elderly and still striking.
We continued walking down the aisles of pews when Raguel stopped at the alter. "And you say," he turned around and faced me with his glasses lowered and his eyebrow raised, "That she cannot remember anything? That's a rather bold statement to uphold."
Henry took off our jackets and hung them on the edge of a pew. He replied firmly and keenly, "Yes, Raguel. Certainly our pastor will not turn down those in need, will you? You may be perhaps the only one who can help her; though, if you believe it not so then I will let her live in the inn with Eleanor and I. Regardless, you must accept that it would be nice to have an extra set of hands working in the church."
Raguel gave a loud sigh and put his hand in his face. He then mumbled, "I do wish to help her, Henry, and I know that she's not the only one that needs help. I just don't..."
"You don't what, Raguel? You don't want to go through what has already happened to you before?"
"This has nothing to do with that," Raguel removed the pipe and gritted his teeth while his eyes started to fill with water. "Let us speak on this matter alone Henry."
I just stood there looking toward my new, white shoes and kicking them around in play. I knew why I was there, and had an idea what they were talking about. Though, I wasn't really paying attention anyway, but abruptly the room got quiet; and I could feel Henry's recognizable gaze on me again. I glanced up with innocent, shining eyes full of questions, and put my finger toward my mouth.
Henry smirked and gave me a slight push away suggesting that I have a look around the church while the two talked. I nodded and just skipped away with my black hair trailing behind. Eventually, the farther away I skipped, their voices just blended together, and I couldn't hear them anymore. As I reached the end of the aisle, I stopped and looked up above the doors again. The round stained glass window's shadow was cast upon me. It was a picture of a red cross with a yellow, shining light around it surrounded by blackened figures in the background. I felt an odd sensation sweep over me of feeling both anxiety and safe.
I smiled for a little and then directed my attention to the right where there was a smaller door. For some reason the door with a golden-like handle desperately charmed my imagination and curiosity. I walked over, and knelt down to look through the keyhole. My eyes grew wider, for it looked like there was a glowing box sitting on the desk inside. 'Oh if only I could find the key!' I thought to myself.
I sprang up quickly and began to look around. Where would a key even be hidden in a church? I looked around on the frames of beautiful paintings, near the white candlesticks posted at every window, and even underneath my own shoes. I came back to the door and sat down leaning against it. I brought my legs close to my chest and rested my head on my knees in defeat. Just then, a little silvery twinkle caught the corner of my eye. I looked to my side, and there it was: the key! It was hanging on a piece of string from a small, antique chandelier back in a corner.
I walked over and looked up to the key. I jumped as high as I could, and I just got within reach of it. As I held the key, I looked down upon it with a glow in my cheeks and a trace of pride. I clenched it in my hand and ran back to the door. Slowly and eagerly, I put the key into the hole and twisted. I heard a soft click and pushed the door open. It creaked and screeched with its rusty hinges as if it hadn't been opened for years.
I stepped in and closed the noisy door behind me. There was the box in front of me on the desk which I had seen, still seeming to glow its grayish tint. A lamp was to the left of the box, and a piece of parchment and a quill were to the right. I took a quick glance around the rest of the room. There was a simple covered bed, another lamp, a wooden chair, and some drawers.
I picked up the box and opened it cautiously. Inside I found that something was rapped in white silk, and it was covered in a layer of dust. I reached my hand inside to pick it up and unravel it, but behind me I heard footsteps and voices approaching. I threw the box down, and placed it back as neatly as I could before I darted out of the room. If only the door wasn't so noisy! I jumped out of the door and started walking casually across the hallway.
I was abruptly interrupted when Raguel and Henry came to the hall; so, I stood standing not too far away from the door from which I had escaped. "Angel," Henry said with a bright smile on his face as he walked to me. He then took my hand and walked me to Raguel and carried on, "Raguel has agreed to take care of you for the time being. He's not entirely sure if something shall get in the way later, but as of now... welcome to your new home."
"And what about you and Eleanor?" I asked Henry while I looked up into his eyes.
"You will still see us from time to time. I promise you at least every Sunday. Though for now, I must be off to get you our daughter's clothes. I will come to see you later tonight, and perhaps Eleanor will tag along as well."
"Ah, okay." I jumped on Henry to give him a big hug and exclaimed with a little sadness, "Thanks for everything that you've done."
Henry smiled and patted me on the head. "And you too, Angel." With that, I watched him walk out the door into the cold, windy weather. At least I would get to see him later tonight, and every Sunday. But inside, I knew that I would miss him a lot, perhaps far more than I could bear.
Raguel then put his hand on my shoulder and said sincerely with an open heart, "Don't worry, Angel. Henry forgot to mention something very important: tomorrow is Sunday. Maybe, you would like to help me prepare for the service tomorrow? Then afterwards Henry should be back relatively soon."
I looked up to the pastor with and replied shyly, "Oh, but I'm not sure I'd be much help to you. I don't even know how I could help."
"We'll find a way. Though first and foremost, I should show you around the church, and where you'll be staying."