Everyone has an angel. A guardian that watches over them. But we can’t know what form they’ll take. One day old man, the next day little girl. But don’t let appearances fool you. They can be as fierce as any dragon. Yet they’re not here to fight out battles, but to whisper from our heart, reminding that it’s us, it’s every one of us, that holds the power over the worlds we create. We can deny our angels exist. Convince ourselves they can’t be real. But they show up anyway. In strange places. And at strange times. Then can speak through any character we can imagine. They’ll shout through demons if they have to- daring us, challenging us to fight.