The year was 2000, the year that the world was supposed to end. The people on earth were terrified that the computers would crash and the world would go dark.

Somewhere far away from earth, the trumpets stopped playing and the music died. The aura in heaven was gloomy and angels trudged the shiny streets heads bowed in dejection. The air was tense and rife with a sense of foreboding.

At the age of fourteen, Angel Mikel could not quite comprehend what was happening and so shoved and zigzagged through the crowds in search of an answer.
“The humans have failed,” angels whispered.
“What will happen?”
“The world will be destroyed,” an angel said. The answer rippled through the crowd sending chills down the young angels’ spines.
No. Nooo… Angel Mikel walked faster. They cannot destroy earth. They cannot kill the beautiful people. This was wrong. Angel Mikel weaved between other angels and found it hard to breathe. Something tripped him and the little angel hit the ground on a sprawl. He shook his wings and pushed deeper through the crowds. He knew exactly where he was going.
The palace was made of gold and sparkling gems. It sat higher than the rest of the city and oozed of power. Angel Mikel had grown up on these streets and thus knew his way around it, like a homeless kid did in any city. The two burly angels standing guard at the palace entrance never saw him as he sneaked inside and made his way towards the throne where Angel Gabriel sat pensively.
“You are a sly one, aren’t you?” Angel Gabriel said without turning and Angel Mikel straightened himself into a dignified posture in front of the big angel. Gold reflected from the walls and bright torches flared softly in the warm room.
“You cannot destroy Earth!” Angel Mikel blurted out as he approached the throne. His voice was small and Angel Gabriel looked huge in a white gown. “I grew up listening to stories about the people of earth and their struggles. Why would you destroy something that you helped build? Why would you destroy something that you love?”
 Angel Gabriel finally turned, a slight look of curiosity on his face. His thick black hair sat on his shoulders and half covered his ears. Angel Mikel instantly dropped on one knee and bowed his head a few steps from Angel Gabriel’s feet.
“Tell me Mikel, why shouldn’t I destroy earth? The people have turned away from God. They steal, cheat, lie, fornicate and kill. Give me a reason why they deserve to live.”
The little angel raised his head and did not hesitate. “There’s still some good left on earth. I know it, I can feel it.” The tears came and Angel Mikel brushed at them with irritation. Just like every boy, he hated crying or getting emotional.
“Arise Angel Mikel,” Angel Gabriel said.
Angel Mikel rose and stood in front of the throne. He locked eyes with the big angel then quickly dropped them to the floor. “You are very brave little angel to have come here.” A long moment of silence elapsed as the big angel scratched at his chin.
“Have you ever been to earth before?” Angel Gabriel asked.
“No sir. I am still too young. I’m scheduled to go when I turn sixteen.”
Angel Gabriel sighed. “Things are bad down there Mikel. But…” The big angel’s eyes suddenly lit up as though an idea had come to his head. “You are very brave and your mind is pure. This is a very interesting combination.” The big angel nodded as though to himself. “I tell you what.” Angel Gabriel leaned back on his throne. “I will send you to earth for one month. Find me one good person and I will not destroy the humans. If you fail, the people will perish. Do you accept this mission?”
Angel Mikel’s face brightened as he turned to leave. “Yes Angel Gabriel. I will go right away and I will find one good person.” Angel Mikel did not want Angel Gabriel to change his mind and so quickly walked to the door and yelled over his shoulder. “I will save earth and its people! You will not regret this!” There was light at the end of the tunnel for earth, if only a flicker. Angel Gabriel smiled at the youthful enthusiasm and said nothing.
For weeks, the little angel scoured the earth, flying through the stars and under the sun: from Africa to America, from Europe to Asia, from the Antarctica to Australia. And everywhere he looked he saw more of the same; people stealing, cheating, fornicating, killing and committing all kinds of sins. He could not find a single good person. It felt like earth was already on a self-destruction course. Wars in the Middle East, nuclear bombs in underground chambers away from satellite reach, tsunamis and earthquakes. This was not the same earth that Angel Mikel had grown up loving, and slowly he began to understand why doomsday was inevitable. The days flew by and hope started fading. The little angel’s sense of adventure was gradually replaced by despair. His wings were tired but still he refused to give up. Again and again he took to the skies and raced the wind. The storms were a pain but somehow he managed to zigzag through the lightning and thunder. The snow fell heavy on his wings but he shook himself and pushed ahead with the zeal to succeed in his mind.
Finally, Angel Mikel arrived in the little town called Welton, on the Atlantic coast. The town looked aged although most of the houses were made of cheap wood and drywall, which easily eroded. The roads were asphalt and single lanes dominated the whole town – from gas stations to schools, houses and shops. As he casually floated over the town, Angel Mikel saw dark clouds over the buildings and quickly realized that they were demons. There were hundreds of them scattered over buildings with black wings and glittering yellow eyes. The little angel shuddered at the sight and braved on. There were so many demons that it was easy from a distance to confuse them with dark clouds. Something inside the little angel stirred and he felt adrenaline pump through his body. The demons were up to something or hiding something and instantly Angel Mikel knew that the answer to what he was looking for lay in this little town.
The demons laughed when they saw the little angel – a tiny streak of white floating through the darkness. Angel Mikel looked up and saw a church and his conscience led him to it. The demons were everywhere around the church building: on the rooftops, windows and inside the cars. Adrenaline reverberated through the little angel’s body and he forced himself forward. He had never been so scared before in his life.
The church entrance was close and he could almost reach out and touch it. But right before he did, something smashed into his face and he sprawled to the ground. Angel Mikel rolled and sat down with a dazed expression. He first saw the pointing red sword and then the bulging muscles of the huge demon. “Who are you?” The voice came in the form of a growl.
“Yes, who are you?” Tiny demons repeated all around and all Angel Mikel could see were their cat like eyes.
“My name is Angel Mikel, the saviour of the world.” His voice shook with fear as he recognized the demon from the stories he had been told. This was Prince Lush, one of the most feared demons and this was the last place Angel Mikel had expected him to be. Prince Lush’s presence certainly placed things on a different perspective. The demon only went where there was a mission and more specifically an important assignment.
A short moment of silence was followed by an uproar of laughter. The huge demon laughed until tears rolled down its red face. “You? You tiny thing? The saviour of earth?” Suddenly the red blade was on Angel Mikel’s wings and he felt a sharp pain cut through his body.
“Aaaaah!” Angel Mikel screamed.
“Kill him Prince Lush. Kill the little angel!” the other demons hissed.
Angel Mikel was hurt and angry as he pulled out his tiny sword. One of his wings was mangled, and he limped to one side in an odd way. All around him, demons snarled and screamed with excitement.
“I’m going through that door, one way or the other,” Angel Mikel yelled in forced bravado as he pointed at the Church entrance.
The fight was in the huge demon’s eyes and he knew that he had an audience. How often does a demon get to kill an angel?
“Come on then little angel,” Prince Lush said and flexed his muscles. You call yourself the saviour of the world and yet you can’t even save yourself.” The huge demon raised its sword high and lunged forward in a battle cry. Angel Mikel raised his tiny blade to block the blow but knew that it was over even before the blade landed. The demon towered above him and held every advantage in terms of skills and weight. Angel Mikel closed his eyes and waited for the blow, but it never came.
Something else happened. A bright light lit the sky and Prince Lush’s sword was intercepted. A huge white sword appeared and knocked the red sword to the ground staggering the demon prince in the process. In front of Angel Mikel stood Nathan, the legendary Angel from heaven! Angel Mikel stared in disbelief at the masculine warrior.
“Pick up your sword, Prince Lush!” Angel Nathan commanded as he paced the ground. “Move back Mikel.”
Angel Mikel took a few steps back and stared at Angel Nathan. The legendary angel’s body was strong and huge biceps held the sword. The voice was full of confidence and the Prince Lush hesitated. The demon knew who Nathan was and felt the odds heavy on its shoulders. But all the little demons were watching and cheering, and so Prince Lush grabbed the sword and lunged at the huge angel. The two were almost the same height, and both carried a lot of battle experience. But Angel Nathan’s calmness seemed to rattle the demon’s confidence and it showed in the footwork. Angel Nathan slapped the red blade easily to the side and advanced. Prince Lush made the mistake of not retreating and Nathan sidestepped and sliced the demon into half. Prince Lush screamed in pain and stared at Angel Nathan with shocked eyes. The big angel drove the sword deeper and the demon vaporizing in a cloud of yellow dust.
More lights appeared in the sky and a flurry of white wings swarmed the air. Angel Mikel saw white swords swerving all around cutting demons into half. Angels from different parts of the world dove through the darkness; Arabic, African, White, Spanish… all kinds of angels, vanquishing and sending demons to their doom.
         “Come,” Angel Nathan said, and extended a hand to Mikel. Together they walked into the Church and stared at the beautiful scene in front of them. Inside the church, at the altar, was a little girl on her knees. They could both hear her prayers and they were powerful. She prayed for the world and the people. She prayed for heaven and the angels. Angel Mikel felt himself rise as his wings healed. The prayers seemed to make him strong and energy returned to his body. The power of prayer – he had been taught about it, but had never experienced it until now.
 “I want you to look around and remember where you are Mikel,” Angel Nathan said in a somber tone. “You will never forget this day. This is the day that you saved the world.”
  Silence. Angel Mikel took a moment to look around: an empty church, a little girl praying, vanquished demons, angels rejoicing. The sight was beautiful.
“How did you find me?” He asked Angel Nathan.
The masculine angel laughed heartily. “Angel Gabriel sent us. We have been following you for weeks. As long as there is one good person on earth, God will not destroy his people.”