Journey Home(II): The Ones

As the way grew brighter, I came upon
four majestic creatures. Each of whom was
playing with the light around them. In fear

I spoke, “What are these things I see here,
Are they some form of arcane magic old?”
I can not well remember the moment

That passed before his answer, but among
them, an angel came forth. His eyes piercing
with light so grand it made my being ache.

His eight wings spread wide, each one its own flame
from which a great many shadows were born.
The other three creatures stood and joined him.

It was then my answer came. “We are not
some many things to be feared, rather we
are most likely friends. Sit at the fire.”

He gestured towards flames that had appeared,
and obliging, I stepped forward to sit.
They took turns telling old stories, at first.

Then after time, introduction by name.
The angel, Starwind. The sprite, Pyro. The
elf, Moonshadow. The enigma Lugnut.

Then in return, was my own name Jakall.