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As we watched him leave, I spoke, "Did you know I was coming?"
"Not when I found him. I only knew he wouldn't die. Once I sensed you coming, I figured you'd save him."
I sighed exasperatedly.
"I don't think I'll ever understand the way you think," I commented as we rose to fly back to the others.
When we returned to the others, I noticed the humans were sweating from the midday heat as many mourned over their lost loved ones.
"It hurts seeing them like this," I stated. "Can't you, I don't know, raise the dead so they can at least say goodbye?"
"I've shadow traveled a lot today. I don't have the energy left for something like that on this scale," Tymon replied, shaking his head. "Even if I did, seeing their loved ones in that state would only traumatize them."
"Can't we at least do something about the heat to ease their suffering?"
Za'Fia walked by, carrying Naomi, who clung exhaustedly to her back. She'd been the first of us to reach their physical limit after lifting buildings all day.
"Hey, Z, think you can do something about the heat?" she asked tiredly as she rested her head on Za'Fia's shoulder.
"What can I do? I can't block out the sun," Za'Fia remarked as she looked up at the bright sun beaming down.
"I can," Tymon said as dark clouds rolled in and created shade.
"Thanks," Naomi gave him a tired thumbs up. "I don't think a blizzard would've been better."
"It's January; shouldn't it be winter anyway? You think it's still this warm because of us?" Za'Fia inquired.
"Most likely," Damien answered. "There's news spreading about a large iceberg with a 300-mile radius and occasional catastrophic winds floating in the Pacific. The humans were freaking out about it."
"Sorry," Naomi blushed.
"It's not just that," Michael said. "Blazing fissures in the earth in Egypt and unprecedented, violent thunderstorms lingering over parts of Mongolia, too."
"Yeah, we'll have to be more careful with our powers moving forward," I input with a slight chuckle.
We spent the next hour or so ensuring everyone had been safely evacuated. Once we were sure, Michael flew into the sky and used a technique called Pure Skies: Phoenix Rain, where he sent out countless threads of light that healed the humans and animals they fell upon.
When he landed, everyone cheered for their pain being taken away. I watched him notice a nine-year-old boy and his younger sister who hid behind him. The boy seemed fascinated, but the girl was definitely afraid. Michael saw the girl's legs had bleeding scratches on them. They were fresh, so she must've just received them.
"It's okay, you don't have anything to fear from me," he said soothingly as he knelt. "What happened to your legs?"
"I fell running over," the little girl responded.
"Can I heal that for you?" Michael asked her politely.
She nodded her head as she stepped from behind her brother. Michael sent some of his energy to the girl, who watched the scratches close and disappear. She smiled and warmed up to him quickly as her brother got excited and said, "Cool! I wish I was bleeding so I could be healed too."
"Do you really have wings?" The girl asked Michael as she stepped forward.
"I do," Michael said with a smile as he unfolded his wings.
"No way!" The boy became even more excited.
The girl reached a hand out slowly to touch Michael's wings.
"They're soft," she giggled. "Are you an angel?"
Michael gave a small, amused laugh, "Many have believed so."
The kids gleamed as Michael stood and folded his wings in.
"Go find your mother. I'm sure she'll worry if you stray too far."
Not long after that, we left. We'd done all we could and left the rest in the hands of the church. Everyone was gleeful as they expressed their gratitude and waved us off.
"So, we never talked about what your title would be," Damien said as we flew back toward the manor.
"Hmm. What about the Primordial of Unity? Seems fitting, considering I helped get everyone together," I suggested with a shrug.
"Wouldn't that place you below the Supreme Primordials?" Naomi asked, now resting on Tymon's back of all people. "As leader, you can't be part of the Supreme Primordials; you have to be above it for others to know."
"What about Grand Primordial?" Damien suggested
"Or Mega Supreme Primordial," Naomi said.
Za'Fia shook her head.
"We could just go with The Primordial Queen," Arne threw out.
"Ehh," I wasn't fond of a prestigious title like that, but everyone outvoted me in agreement. And that was the birth of The Primordial Queen, a name that would later become renowned across the globe.
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