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 Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 7:57 pm
Hello and welcome to my story thread! I've been writing this story for some time, and in reality I'm but a mere few chapters away from being done. On the computer however.... I've gots lots ta type XD
Anywho! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it, and please, don't be afraid to comment.
Let the story begin! =D
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 8:23 pm
Epilogue
She was nearly knocked into the lake by a fast oncoming figure. She moved herself flat on her stomach, and five seconds later heard a large splash coming from her right. Tabitha lifted her head from her arms, her soft, hazel eyes catching hold of a foot sinking beneath the surface. Quickly, she reached across the shore line, pulled on the soaked shoe, and lugged a man out of the water.
He rolled onto his back once he was on the land, and looked up at the woman who had helped him out of the water. Her outline was blurred by his water-filled vision and hazed from the gleaming sun hidden behind her curly, charcoal hair. “Are you alright?” Tabitha asked him, patting his cheeks to make sure he came out of the water-logged daze.
“’M fine… Thanks,” he panted in a watery tone.
“Do you mind… if I ask why you tried to roll down a hill and swim at the same time?” she asked a little hesitantly, sitting on the earth beneath them.
“I didn’t,” laughed the man. “I tripped at the very top of the hill, and I couldn’t stop myself from rolling into the lake… I think I might have rolled into you some though. I’m terribly sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, I moved out of the way in time.”
“I’m Allen.”
“Tabitha.”
That’s how my parents met.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 8:24 pm
I’ve never been normal. There was always something different about me, and they were given with different excuses. I couldn’t fit in with the other girls and the boys never came up to me. I was always the one to be left out in everything. It’s not like their parents were telling them any different either. They would always warn their kids against playing with Tabitha’s daughter.
Mom told me that one day the time would come when others would start to accept me for who I was. She was the one I had turned to after Darcy said her mother didn’t allow her to play with me one day when I was five. I had asked my mom why I was always the one left out on that day. Mom just looked at me for a while, a doleful look about her hazel eyes. “They’re jealous,” she said in a small, tender voice as she took my hand in hers and held it carefully. “They’re jealous of you because you’re smart, beautiful, and you have wonderful black wings that they can’t have.”
I guess being the only Dark angel in Heaven meant I was supposed to be alone.
See, my mom is an angel. She came to down to Earth for a mission to help a human out for a short period of time as part of a Descent assignment. Mom wasn’t really good with finding her way, and she somehow found herself in a secluded location. She saw the lake below her when she was descending and stopped by it just to take a break and gather her thoughts. Before long, Dad tripped at the top of the hill on his hike, nearly crashed into Mom, and fell in the lake. She helped fish him out, and it led to a great relationship between the two.
The weird thing is Dad is a human, not a demon. That always bugged me why I had black wings and was considered Dark if he was in the middle between the two worlds. It was always a sort of unwritten code against angels to have involvement with humans because it would be taking their pure state and mixing it with a sinful nature. Angels are there just to help people on Earth out with their problems; they can’t do anymore than that. But Mom… Mom had a knack for breaking unwritten rules. She didn’t have her wings showing when she was around my dad, so he thought she was just a pretty human girl. She asked him if she knew the ‘target’ after she helped him out of the lake, he knew the man and offered to take her there, and for the three short weeks Mom had on Earth, every free moment was devoted to each other.
Mom came back to Heaven at the right time, but a few months later she found out she was pregnant. All the other angels were really happy for her, and they did everything they could to make sure she was comfortable. After a while, however, everyone began to catch onto the key thing: no other angel in Heaven had anything to do with her. A human did. I was the child with the parentage of an angel mother and a human father. I was the first Dark angel ever born in Heaven.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 8:25 pm
My name is Vanessa, age seventeen. I have long, wavy, dark red hair that reaches the small of my back, and hazel eyes with a rim of set green around them. I’m about five feet, seven inches, and I have black wings about eight feet on each side. I’m the only angel in Heaven with these colored wings. Everyone else has pure white feathers that seem to glow. I have charcoal black feathers that seem to haze the air I walk through.
This was one of the reasons why I decided to leave Heaven. The other reason was to find my dad and meet him for the first time. I don’t know why the impulse to meet him was as strong as ever, but the feeling did take over me and the constant shun I received from everyone else helped make up my mind about going off to see him. I thought, to give myself more reason to leave, he would know who I was if I sought out to see him. After all, I did have Mom’s face, eyes, and body build. From all of that, I’m positive he might know me from somewhere. The only thing to worry was if Dad hated Mom for not coming back to him. If that was the case, then I would have to come back to this place and continue to live out all the shunning and silent ridicule.
I already talked to Mom about my leaving Heaven. She accepted the fact, but she didn’t really seem too happy about it. I remember seeing the broad smile on her face, but her eyes reflected the sad truth held within when she looked me over.
Heaven isn’t all just clouds and stairs at the front as most people think. There are actually edges around it with different scenery. At one direction, there is a lake, another had hills, and a different route contained a rocky cliff. My mom loved to sit on the edge of the mountain and watch Earth and she would just lay there for hours. So when I had finally worked up the courage to talk to her, the mountain had her there, laying on her stomach and her hazel eyes gazing down at things I couldn’t see.
I cleared my throat nervously as I stood a mere few feet away. Mom looked away from the open under her, and she looked up at me and smiled.
“Hey, Sweetie, how are you?” she asked, moving from her stomach to a kneeling position. She moved her white gown to one side, and patted the empty space beside her. I obliged.
“I’m feeling alright, Mom,” I said as I hugged my legs. “I was just thinking, and-”
“Vanessa,” she interrupted, “I told you to ignore anything anyone tells you-”
I cut across her. “No, Mom. It’s not like that this time. It’s just that I… What’s Dad like?” I asked in a small voice as I had begun to fidget with the hem of my own gown.
Mom looked at me in a sort of surprised way, but a smile replaced her frowning lips and she laid herself out, placing her hands behind her for support. She always made herself comfortable when about to tell a story.
“Well,” she started. “He’s handsome, considerate, a wonderful man with a beautiful eye for scenery, and he’s very smart. Very clumsy, but very smart,” she said with a laugh I shared.
“What’s he look like?” I asked after the laugh had left us both. I looked at the ground again as I felt tension build up inside of me.
“He’s tall. He’s about five feet, eleven inches the last time I saw him. He has gorgeous brown eyes and red hair the exact colors as yours and it has the same wave… But it’s not as long,” she added after seeing my raised brow. “It was hardly enough to tie behind his head.
“Here’s my question to you: Why are you asking about your father all of a sudden?”
I looked up from the ground and gave Mom a silent pleading look. I didn’t want to ask the question burning inside me out loud. I looked back at the ground for a moment longer. I really, really wanted to go see Dad, but it would mean leaving Mom for a while. This was the woman who refused to give up on me because I was Dark, and the same woman who always made me feel better when everyone else was putting me down. Even though I felt bad about leaving Mom, I wanted to try to find the other half of my life. If I left, we both knew I wouldn’t come back unless I was in serious need to do so...
“Vanessa?”
“I… I want to go meet Dad,” I said after another beat. The small sentence came out quickly and quietly, but even that didn’t help make it any better.
“You want to… what?”
“I want to go meet Dad,” I repeated with a bit more strength behind my words. “I’ve been thinking about going down to Earth for a while now, and I really would like to meet Dad and maybe even… live with him if… he lets me…”
A strong silence followed. I had turned my eyes towards the great sky along the cliff, but I could still feel her gaze on me. It was a horrible feeling. I didn’t know if she was analyzing me critically, or just giving me a look. I couldn’t bear to just sit there in the cold silence anymore, so I finally spoke. “But I don’t want to go if you don’t want-”
“I want you to go,” said Mom at last. “If you really want to go meet your father, then I want you to go see him.”
I finally looked to Mom, and was surprised to see she was smiling. She didn’t sound sad when she spoke either. A little hesitant maybe, but no trace up being upset at all.
“A-Are you sure?” I asked.
“Of course I am. Did you talk it over with The Elder?” Mom asked.
“Yes.”
“He told you the rules you are to follow?”
“Yes.”
“You accept the fact that you won’t be allowed back in Heaven for some if you do live with your father?”
“Yes… I know everything I’m supposed to know.”
“Do you know I love you?”
I gave Mom’s a face a scan over and saw the brave smile she had put on and saw her sad eyes telling the silent story inside her. I gave a smile of my own and gave her my hand.
“Yes… Yes, I know that.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 8:26 pm
It was nighttime when I was standing at the Gate of Heaven, giving the endless sky below me a sweep of the eyes. It would be my first time ever leaving Heaven, and I was extremely nervous about it.
Angels start getting assignments to help out humans around my age. When they would go out on a Descent, they would leave Heaven for a while, come back, and wait for another assignment. I never went on a Descent before for the Council had fear that something would go wrong. Really, I thought nothing bad would happen. I had the same lessons as everyone else so I knew what to do on as mission. The Elder was all for giving me a chance, but the Council overruled the proposal under the pretenses that they weren’t sure if a Dark angel’s Descent would be the same as a normal angel’s.
Usually a Dark is born on Earth, and they live with the humans. Since they receive no proper training, they lose all their angelic abilities. When that happens, they become a full human. But my case differs from that. I’m the first and only Dark angel born in Heaven. I received the training, but my wings held me back from using that training…
Thinking about that gave me even more nerves for some reason.
I took in a small breath and looked behind me at the deserted walkway. It looked a bit haunting in the moon’s light. I was starting to wish I had asked Mom or The Elder to come with me when I departed. At the time, I thought it would be less of a commotion to see me off, but seeing myself alone, about to go out of Heaven for a long time… It was a bit scary.
I shook my head to clear the nagging thoughts from my mind and expanded my wings. I could see them from the corners of my eyes as I stood there waiting nervously yet so ready to go. I took in a deep breath, closed my eyes and jumped. I felt my old home leaving me as I fell through the air.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 8:28 pm
i really like it!!! please write more whee i captured my attention and I feel like I know the charactor. I can even envision her in my head. You have great talent in writing. NOthing I could possibly hopw to change, except for a discription of the momma angel heart
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Adorkable Monster Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 2:14 pm
Thanks, Neko! =D
Well, since I actually have internet again, I plan on adding more soon. >_< Catching up on threads and guilds and such can take a lotta work. @_@
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