p data-p-id="c67b425d8739aded271808e69978b43f"You see, angel wings have always been a tricky thing.../p
p data-p-id="be3a6ed461b4ec7205451a309ebe70cd"Black, grey, white, silver. They can be like stars that shine, black as midnight or white as light. Soft, satin, fragile, torn./p
p data-p-id="1c64cf3a0381b2a2f12b9f5a5c80d1b8"Every feather, it's own frill. It's own pattern , it's own tears, endings, texture, piece of the puzzle. Story./p
p data-p-id="1e224c2aeb660d82023dc71bcfe6d467"Together they form a beautiful picture, they stretch, they burn, they tear, freeze, slash, fall, die and fly./p
p data-p-id="d023cda825f5281bce687ec8e3104727"Every angel, a soldier or a protector. Every set of wings, a story, a pass, a token of God's soldier./p
p data-p-id="26852955ba4cf2282320777f54b147a2"Every pair of eyes, different then the next. Blue, green, brown, hazel, golden./p
p data-p-id="877ac0ed9061d94f4ff14a4a6d23ff48"Every smile plastered, for the angels do not know of fear. They do not know of love, or of hope. For each angel, stripped of emotion for it is a powerful thing. Those who are different, those who do get it. They feel, they love, they cry, they wish. Those angels are different, and unaccepted./p
p data-p-id="e78baf3c5f4de17d02330794dbf304f7"You're born as an angel who guards a human, or who serves the word of God. Those who serve are given wings, black as night and magnificent as creation. They are sent on an eternity. Those who are born to guard, wings white as snow, pure as light. You are choosen, your life is already fate./p
p data-p-id="c5c187163f2ba9d59386f02e6ea0674d"You have one job : Be a good daughter or son./p
p data-p-id="cb29da961ba795ae1ca9b7cbfc3c418e"No wings should be different. Black or white, because angels should only feel that way. No plain, nor pleasure emno shades of grey./em/p
p data-p-id="6735abac3216c17523c93b615cde2fca"No color./p
p data-p-id="7f5fd1a6e4d069e264e3c5417ea07b99"And so our story begins, February 17 1985. On a sunday night, a little girl was delivered in the hospital./p
p data-p-id="615e06854c597698a8f6981e6e293530"She lay in her place, 11:34 am. Tests being ran. For he stood in front of her, an angel of the Lord./p
p data-p-id="96bfbba13c787b0dec744692bf4d54b6""Emilia Jane Rose," His voice rough and gravely, his eyes as blue as the sky above. Hair a dark messy brown almost a coal black, falling down. Although he was the Angel of Thursday, here he was. Jimmy Novak, a borrowed body. Just another vessel in this long line of life./p
p data-p-id="50273ada130c7bc071c3c9f0d6348bbc"On a ordinary sunday night, Castiel stood on earth. He stood over the child, watching her with interest./p
p data-p-id="a9036d4d37bc18b8ff163a42a2250397"Dean. He was supposed to be watching the boy, but she needed protecting. His hand slowly reached out, above her forehead./p
p data-p-id="4c0cd6e718a4e783e6ff67089778e14e"That spark of rebelliousness - it was always there, since the day the angel tried to save the world. But it would not be allowed, as to take this girl./p
p data-p-id="2b9a32b34cc18fd79d6dc9f891909e12"That rebelliousness, they caged it. The Winchesters, they broke it. A hand grabbed his wrist, his eyes blue as the raging oceans, his brown hair groomed back neatly. "Castiel, I'm not one to go against your wishes but you must think of the consequences."/p
p data-p-id="d4cdb44c67df1c7f4d1a2b307c9d3fc6"The angel looked at Emilia's protector, "The girl with the different wings. They want her for power, you know this."/p
p data-p-id="e4e286ca9060480c6080cdda4a2d31b3""I dont want this to end in blood, Castiel."/p
p data-p-id="a2f7da33deff28ec0af8cc4418849a94""Then you must let me protect the child. They will take her if I don't hide her,"/p
p data-p-id="27a1601d8d56ef5927b1703ab64574be""They could kill you."/p
p data-p-id="95f07d0501b4a382c58e688d4a4e5081""The moonlight will only stay for so long. I need your help, you're her guardian angel."/p
p data-p-id="701a984eda83e73e63c03b50f946702d""I can't"/p
p data-p-id="24cb0b0ac62b41edd8d0a9f9dfc9504c""You were made to protect,"/p
p data-p-id="f283dfa8d58a9cdec1fb949a57369e53""I...I'll help."/p
p data-p-id="a50c0e85af4a36e62e0db3d3675b5962"And so, Castiel took the girl. He placed a field of energy around her, removing the signals she had to the angel word. He handed her guardian angel a shining silver gun, a beautiful jay blue feather carved on each side. The bullets were made to kill./p
p data-p-id="9d257e23f70793a7b6193b93e22cf36c""Drew the proctor of The Pure Key. Your job is one that will end many lives - and bring new ones."/p
p data-p-id="18c4c1ed9b6b10f4944fec5a80b50ff2"Castiel looked at the girl in a funny way. He seemed to know something about Drew and her fate. He turned back to Drew, "For a gun, you need a bullet. For a lock, you need a key. To a cage, you need three. The stakes are high, but you have one job..."/p
p data-p-id="b3951fd3e27310d7399c994bc2035276""Be a good son," Drew said simply, because that was always the answer. It should never had changed./p
p data-p-id="fb97c1afafb26307165f22e226588d57""No, you have one job..."/p
p data-p-id="5ba03ca93ee6ba1792f2c2c0af35e11e""Castiel?"/p
p data-p-id="590d0681132fc73c123f8efce0689d7a""Hmm?"/p
p data-p-id="f805f5e8d49e352c3bb99fe61a5d250d""The girl. strongDo not abandon your destiny.../strong"/p
p data-p-id="3493bda894cde6aa5ed3656d52f1dff4""strongFor fate is bendable, not breakable./strong"/p
p data-p-id="5fe0f5324946d5582b89e2409a6a399c"Castiel looked down at the sleeping child, "Happy birthday."/p
p data-p-id="2d6f008449dbf11605cf83a4eaaee709"And he was gone with a flutter of wings. Drew placed his hand on her head, and beautiful long white figures flew out from her, ending in a beautiful bright teal, some splotehces of it gleaming in her feathers, the tips of each feather dipped with the purest of gold. The magnificent long feathers built out the thing that was different./p
p data-p-id="5eaf726e3a5dc04b7eb1bbca88c98897"emAngel wings./em/p
p data-p-id="be3a6ed461b4ec7205451a309ebe70cd"Black, grey, white, silver. They can be like stars that shine, black as midnight or white as light. Soft, satin, fragile, torn./p
p data-p-id="1c64cf3a0381b2a2f12b9f5a5c80d1b8"Every feather, it's own frill. It's own pattern , it's own tears, endings, texture, piece of the puzzle. Story./p
p data-p-id="1e224c2aeb660d82023dc71bcfe6d467"Together they form a beautiful picture, they stretch, they burn, they tear, freeze, slash, fall, die and fly./p
p data-p-id="d023cda825f5281bce687ec8e3104727"Every angel, a soldier or a protector. Every set of wings, a story, a pass, a token of God's soldier./p
p data-p-id="26852955ba4cf2282320777f54b147a2"Every pair of eyes, different then the next. Blue, green, brown, hazel, golden./p
p data-p-id="877ac0ed9061d94f4ff14a4a6d23ff48"Every smile plastered, for the angels do not know of fear. They do not know of love, or of hope. For each angel, stripped of emotion for it is a powerful thing. Those who are different, those who do get it. They feel, they love, they cry, they wish. Those angels are different, and unaccepted./p
p data-p-id="e78baf3c5f4de17d02330794dbf304f7"You're born as an angel who guards a human, or who serves the word of God. Those who serve are given wings, black as night and magnificent as creation. They are sent on an eternity. Those who are born to guard, wings white as snow, pure as light. You are choosen, your life is already fate./p
p data-p-id="c5c187163f2ba9d59386f02e6ea0674d"You have one job : Be a good daughter or son./p
p data-p-id="cb29da961ba795ae1ca9b7cbfc3c418e"No wings should be different. Black or white, because angels should only feel that way. No plain, nor pleasure emno shades of grey./em/p
p data-p-id="6735abac3216c17523c93b615cde2fca"No color./p
p data-p-id="7f5fd1a6e4d069e264e3c5417ea07b99"And so our story begins, February 17 1985. On a sunday night, a little girl was delivered in the hospital./p
p data-p-id="615e06854c597698a8f6981e6e293530"She lay in her place, 11:34 am. Tests being ran. For he stood in front of her, an angel of the Lord./p
p data-p-id="96bfbba13c787b0dec744692bf4d54b6""Emilia Jane Rose," His voice rough and gravely, his eyes as blue as the sky above. Hair a dark messy brown almost a coal black, falling down. Although he was the Angel of Thursday, here he was. Jimmy Novak, a borrowed body. Just another vessel in this long line of life./p
p data-p-id="50273ada130c7bc071c3c9f0d6348bbc"On a ordinary sunday night, Castiel stood on earth. He stood over the child, watching her with interest./p
p data-p-id="a9036d4d37bc18b8ff163a42a2250397"Dean. He was supposed to be watching the boy, but she needed protecting. His hand slowly reached out, above her forehead./p
p data-p-id="4c0cd6e718a4e783e6ff67089778e14e"That spark of rebelliousness - it was always there, since the day the angel tried to save the world. But it would not be allowed, as to take this girl./p
p data-p-id="2b9a32b34cc18fd79d6dc9f891909e12"That rebelliousness, they caged it. The Winchesters, they broke it. A hand grabbed his wrist, his eyes blue as the raging oceans, his brown hair groomed back neatly. "Castiel, I'm not one to go against your wishes but you must think of the consequences."/p
p data-p-id="d4cdb44c67df1c7f4d1a2b307c9d3fc6"The angel looked at Emilia's protector, "The girl with the different wings. They want her for power, you know this."/p
p data-p-id="e4e286ca9060480c6080cdda4a2d31b3""I dont want this to end in blood, Castiel."/p
p data-p-id="a2f7da33deff28ec0af8cc4418849a94""Then you must let me protect the child. They will take her if I don't hide her,"/p
p data-p-id="27a1601d8d56ef5927b1703ab64574be""They could kill you."/p
p data-p-id="95f07d0501b4a382c58e688d4a4e5081""The moonlight will only stay for so long. I need your help, you're her guardian angel."/p
p data-p-id="701a984eda83e73e63c03b50f946702d""I can't"/p
p data-p-id="24cb0b0ac62b41edd8d0a9f9dfc9504c""You were made to protect,"/p
p data-p-id="f283dfa8d58a9cdec1fb949a57369e53""I...I'll help."/p
p data-p-id="a50c0e85af4a36e62e0db3d3675b5962"And so, Castiel took the girl. He placed a field of energy around her, removing the signals she had to the angel word. He handed her guardian angel a shining silver gun, a beautiful jay blue feather carved on each side. The bullets were made to kill./p
p data-p-id="9d257e23f70793a7b6193b93e22cf36c""Drew the proctor of The Pure Key. Your job is one that will end many lives - and bring new ones."/p
p data-p-id="18c4c1ed9b6b10f4944fec5a80b50ff2"Castiel looked at the girl in a funny way. He seemed to know something about Drew and her fate. He turned back to Drew, "For a gun, you need a bullet. For a lock, you need a key. To a cage, you need three. The stakes are high, but you have one job..."/p
p data-p-id="b3951fd3e27310d7399c994bc2035276""Be a good son," Drew said simply, because that was always the answer. It should never had changed./p
p data-p-id="fb97c1afafb26307165f22e226588d57""No, you have one job..."/p
p data-p-id="5ba03ca93ee6ba1792f2c2c0af35e11e""Castiel?"/p
p data-p-id="590d0681132fc73c123f8efce0689d7a""Hmm?"/p
p data-p-id="f805f5e8d49e352c3bb99fe61a5d250d""The girl. strongDo not abandon your destiny.../strong"/p
p data-p-id="3493bda894cde6aa5ed3656d52f1dff4""strongFor fate is bendable, not breakable./strong"/p
p data-p-id="5fe0f5324946d5582b89e2409a6a399c"Castiel looked down at the sleeping child, "Happy birthday."/p
p data-p-id="2d6f008449dbf11605cf83a4eaaee709"And he was gone with a flutter of wings. Drew placed his hand on her head, and beautiful long white figures flew out from her, ending in a beautiful bright teal, some splotehces of it gleaming in her feathers, the tips of each feather dipped with the purest of gold. The magnificent long feathers built out the thing that was different./p
p data-p-id="5eaf726e3a5dc04b7eb1bbca88c98897"emAngel wings./em/p