Sixx sat on the moss‑covered log, notebook in hand, waiting for her guests to arrive. The forest around her shimmered with soft light, as if holding its breath.
A gentle breeze swept through the trees, carrying the faint sound of wings. Sixx looked up just in time to see three glowing figures step into the clearing.
The Heaven Squad walked toward her — three angelic children with iridescent wings and flower‑crowned hair.
In the center stood Healy, the leader, her expression calm and wise despite her youthful appearance.
The two angels beside her looked identical, moving in perfect harmony, their wings fluttering like mirrored butterflies.
Sixx stood and offered a polite smile. “Thank you for meeting with me. I’m honored.”
Healy returned the smile, her eyes glowing softly. “We’ve been expecting you, Sixx.”
The two mirrored angels bowed slightly, their wings folding neatly behind them.
Sixx gestured to the log. “Shall we begin the interview?”
Healy nodded and sat gracefully, the other two settling on either side like reflections.
Sixx clicked her pen. “First question: What exactly is the Heaven Squad?”
Healy folded her hands. “We are guardians assigned to protect the children of Earth and Mars. Our duties span both worlds.”
Sixx blinked. “Both planets? That sounds… huge.”
Healy laughed softly. “It is. But we are not limited by distance or time.”
Sixx turned to the two identical angels. “And you two — what are your names?”
The one on the left spoke first. “I am Halo.”
The one on the right continued seamlessly. “And I am Haze.”
Sixx tilted her head. “You look exactly alike.”
Healy nodded. “Because they are me — split versions of my spirit.”
Sixx’s pen froze mid‑air. “Wait… you mean they’re literally part of you?”
Yes,” Healy said gently. “When the responsibilities became too great for one form, I divided my essence into three bodies.”
Halo smiled. “We share one mind.”
Haze added, “But express it differently.”
Sixx scribbled notes quickly. “That’s incredible. How old are you, Healy?”
Healy’s expression softened. “In Earth years… I am one thousand and forty‑three.”
Sixx nearly dropped her notebook. “But you look like a kid!”
Healy shrugged lightly. “Age does not shape us the way it shapes humans. We appear in the form that comforts children most.”
Sixx nodded slowly, understanding. “So your appearance is intentional.”
“Exactly,” Healy said. “A child trusts another child.”
Sixx leaned forward. “What are your responsibilities on Earth?”
Healy’s wings shimmered. “We guide children through fear, loneliness, and danger. We whisper courage into their hearts.”
Halo added, “We protect their dreams.”
Haze finished, “And we guard their futures.”
Sixx flipped to a new page. “And what about Mars? Why children there?”
Healy looked toward the sky. “Mars is entering its awakening. New colonies, new generations. They need guardians just as Earth’s children do.”
Sixx felt a chill of awe. “So you travel between worlds?”
“Instantly,” Halo said.
“Effortlessly,” Haze added.
Sixx tapped her pen. “What’s the hardest part of your job?”
Healy’s expression grew solemn. “Watching children suffer from things we cannot stop — choices made by adults.”
Sixx swallowed, feeling the weight of that truth. “And the best part?”
Healy smiled again, warm and bright. “Seeing a child rise above fear. Seeing them choose kindness.”
Halo leaned closer. “Children are braver than they know.”
Haze nodded. “And more powerful than they believe.”
Sixx closed her notebook gently. “Last question… why agree to this interview?”
Healy stood, her wings glowing brighter. “Because you, Sixx, are meant to share our message.”
Halo added, “You see the world with open eyes.”
Haze finished, “And open hearts need your voice.”
Sixx felt her chest warm. “I’ll do my best.”
Healy placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “We know you will. That is why we came.”