Acliriana: Ack-lee-ree-ah-nah.

Jacob and Isaac Golle are family friends who we haven't seen for four years. They live on a farm in Canada and used to live in Garner, NC. They moved to Canada just over six years ago and Isaac actually DOES post a video blog every monday. He has a night shift at work and doesn't get home until 1:00 in the morning. He has graduated highschool, but I don't Know how old he is. Jacob is 14 or 15. I'm not sure which. There are parts of this story that are real facts from the past, but other things are fantasy. See if you can tell them apart. If you have any questions, comment them. I'll do my best to answer. If you are wondering, the video blog is called Rant, by a Youtube user called isaacgolle, no capitals, no spaces. I would reccomend this to older people, but I would be a little cautious. He has very interesting worldveiws, but other than that, he's pretty funny.

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Nightime. What a quiet, peaceful hour. After all the children had gone to bed and where sleeping silently in their beds. Acliriana lay in her canopied bed, shifting under the covers. She felt that something, or someone was calling to her. She shoved her covers to one side and stood up. She walked as if drawn to her window. She pushed back the glass doors and walked out onto the balcony. Night breezes ruffled her silken nightgown and wafted through her chestnut hair. A voice...nay...not a voice...a feeling came over her. She closed her brilliant green eyes and heard a song drift to her ears. She did not recognise the voice, but she knew it called her. She climbed onto the edge of the balcony and jumped. Two huge wings unfurled themselves from her shoulders and caught an updraft. She soared through the air and sailed straight to where she felt the voice was calling to her. Away over mountains and streams, woods and roads. Over a sparkling waterfall, reflecting the moon's light. She flew over a familiar farm and slowed. From her mansion in America to this Canadian farm she had flown. She couldn't help but weep a little at this sight, for she had not seen her dear Jacob's farm for four years. She felt inside that this was where the voice led to. She swooped down and half-landed on a windowsill outside what she thought was Jacob's room. She peered in and watched. A teenage boy sat in front of a computer, head in hands. He looked up, the light from the screen illuminating his face. It was Jacob. He looked at the screen and clicked something. He looked ready to drop off. She gently eased open the window and slid through the gap. She crept silently up behind him and watched. He was editing a video for his older brother Isaac, to upload to Youtube as a weekly video blog. Isaac had gone out on an urgent work assignment and had asked Jacob to do this as a favor. Acliriana knew that Jacob had been moving away from the Lord for the past couple of years and knew what she had been called to do. She took a breath and sang quietly.

"As I walk along this road of human wants,

I am constantly aware of shifts and changes.

And I feel the weight is almost too much too bear.

But someone understands and wants me to come to him.

He calls:

Come to me, prescious one.

Come to me, blessed one.

Come to me and be healed, be rested in me.

Come to me, O, my child.

Come to me, dearest love.

Come to me and I will give you strength.

Come to me.

And I heard him call my name many a time.

But I kept walking, thinking 'I can stand alone."

But I fell, and I could not begin to stand.

Yet he waited with an ever-ready hand.

He's calling me:

Come to me, prescious one.

Come to me, Jesus calls.

Come to me and be healed, be rested in me.

Come to me, O, my child.

Come to me, dearest love.

Come to me and I will give you hope.

Come to me.

I accepted. He's my lord.

He rescued me from darkness.

If you have a heavy load,

He can lift it with his blood.

He is calling you:

Come to me, Prescious one.

Come to me, Jesus calls.

Come to me and be healed, be rested in me.

Come to me, Jacob, child.

Come to me, Dearest love.

Come to me and I will give you rest.

Please come to me."

Jacob looked up briefly when the song started, but, being tired, he soon looked back to his work, but didn't continue. He listened to the song, starting when he heard his name. as soon as Acliriana finished the song, Jacob fell asleep, slumped down in his seat. Isaac came in and saw Jacob asleep in the chair. He gently picked his brother and carried him to the other room and laid him on a bed. He walked back and saw a shimmering apparation standing in the middle of his room. He gasped and stood back.

"Who are you?" he asked breathlessly. Acliriana laughed lightly. She held forth her hand.

"Come, Isaac. We have a journey together. Do not fear."

Isaac took a step forward and then another. She leapt forth and seized his hand. They took off through the window and soared through the air. Isaac clutched at the figure's hand, afraid to let go. She laughed again and hugged him tightly to her. They flew to Niagra Falls, where all the honeymooners and tourists had left. It was deserted. They flew to a small clearing at the base of a hill near the road, and the river that led to the falls.

"Ah, but I've missed this place," Acliriana sighed. Isaac stared at her.

"Why have you brought me here?"

Acliriana smiled.

"You are a doubter. Come, I have many things to show you."

"Is this supposed to be like Ebenezer Scrooge?" Isaac asked incredulously.

"No. But you won't believe me."

"You're right about that," he mumbled grumpily. Off they flew again. Over the same rivers, mountains, valleys, to where a small neighborhood was tucked away in the corner of Garner in North Carolina in America. They flew to a small white house which they flew into. Acliriana slowed and dropped Isaac to the floor. In this room, two beds stood next to each other. Just enough space for a puppet stage. Isaac looked around.

"I remember this house, this room. This is my old bedroom!"

Acliriana nodded.

"I remember a play that four small children put on for four grown-ups and a baby boy. One with a princess, a hero, a bad guy, and a director. Chloe, Jacob, Kyle and you. This is all I show you."

She flew him back to his room and stood at the window. She let him see her face clearly and without shimmer, then let it change slowly into the face of a little girl. She put it back and jumped out the window.

"Remember..." she called back.

Isaac hurried to the window.

"Chloe, wait! Jacob..."

His voice faded away. Acliriana drifted silently back to her balcony and closed her window-doors. She walked to her bed and slid under the covers. Her wings dissolved into her back and she lay down quietly, pulling the covers back over her and fell asleep, dreaming that Isaac said that Jacob loved her. What beautiful mystery.