There was a frame in her hand and within it a precious picture that she would forever hold dear. The glass protected such a sacred object from the harsh elements of the outside world. Within the border of that seemingly innocent looking frame, was a picture of her parents and brother. Her finger rubbed against their faces, the glass was cold but she found the memory to bring more of a happy remembrance now. It was true that her family was gone, and she had been ripped apart from them for quite a long time, but the emotions she felt for them still held sturdy.
The smell of spices floated within the air, her nose expanded and then drew in,
The sound of water encircled the area. The subtle echo of the liquid splashing against the river stones, sent an array of euphoria to her ears. The piercing heat of the morning star kissed the skin of her face, as the frigid wind caressed her body.
A loud crash erupted, the sound of the peaceful water being pushed out of its safe abode.
A piercing tone called out to her, “Butter! Please come in the water with me!”
She instantly recognized the voice belonging to her twin brother Scotch. Her cat ears twitched from the annoyance of her brother disturbing her tranquility. She peered one of her eyes open to see him drenched in the c
I had a choice to make. It was simple, or at least was deemed as such by my superiors. I committed my life to an oath, a series of sentences that branded and controlled my life—almost as much as Eva Castle controlled me. I’m constantly torn between my honor and this woman. I prayed that somehow I could attain happiness in both spectrum's—but I had been denied. It was no secret that she was off limits, as she was a winged being, imprisoned by my kind, by the same humans I swore to protect. Disobeying the crown would surely be a sinister price, but yet would I be willing to pay to become the hand that was to save her? Or was I
I know what you’re thinking. I’m an Angel, so shouldn’t I be able to break out of a mere human’s prison?
Ah…that would be too easy, now wouldn’t it? Of course I had dreamt up of countless scenarios of which to escape. I acquired magic, yes, but again, it wasn’t that easy. There were rules set into place by my kind before my departure here. I had a mission to fulfill, a task that would alter the human race for centuries to come.
No, I’m not going to tell you what it is…at least, not just yet. What it initiates however, is catastrophic. There are many mysteries as to why I am here, but o
“Anna, we are here.”
My mind was elsewhere. I didn’t want to be here. This was a foreign place, a destination my mind had not yet grasped.
The lake was blue, just like in Texas. I wished for it to have the power to sweep away my unsettling shame. Looking at it closer now, I began to lose such faith.
“Sweetie, cheer up, would you?”
I looked up at her wishing for a silver lining. The youth her skin exuded was no more promising to my future than this unfamiliar place.
Crossing my arms, I puffed out my chest and wiggled my bottom deeper into the seat.
“You’re acting like a child, Anna.”
At times, I wonder if it will all be worth it. The stress, tension, sleepless nights, the continuous worry and anxiety seem to be the only things that both my mind and body had been forced to withstand for the last couple of years. Yet, I see no horizon, no silver lining, nor a twinkle of that desperate hope. I am living in this realm of ongoing torment. It has been sharpening its claws against the fortress of walls protecting my mind and the day is near, I can sense the energy within my core changing, the walls breaking. Soon, I will be succumbed to the one thing I swore to never let wrap its clutches around me.
It was that very same fear,
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