Death
Amice
I died when I was sixteen.
Yeah, sad, I know. But hey, it was a long time ago. Like, hundreds of years ago. That's not an exaggeration. Let me just tell you, It's no fun being dead. Basically all you do is resume the life you had. Hardest and most interesting part of death is watching your family and friends grow up and live life. For me, at least. I guess that's what lead me in my decision to become a Guardian Angel.
Okay, okay. I'm getting ahead of myself. Again.
Hi! My name is Amice, which means 'Friend' in Latin. Yeah, my family is of latin descent, but really? I dunno what my parents were thinking, but what can you do. I had dyed my hair dark purple with light blue streaks just before I died, so now that's my hair's natural color. Weird, but again, what can you do. I have naturally ice-blue eyes, and since I became an Angel, pale, unblemished skin. That's definitely a perk. My Wings are the same color as my hair.
So, that's enough about me. Let's talk about the Angel system. Basically, when you die, you have the option to either live a normal life in the Afterlife, or become an Angel. Most people choose the first option, because becoming an Angel is a process, and very difficult one at that. It took a hundred years for me to become a novice Angel, let alone achieve Guardian Angel status. There are different classes of Angel that I won't get into right now, but basically, before you gain a title, you must go through a butt-ton of training and become a normal Angel. After that, you choose a class to pursue, and go through even more difficult training to earn your title, along with your true name, which represents you as a person, and powers. I had yet to receive my true name or my powers, because for a Guardian Angel to gain those things, they must first have a Charge. A Charge is the person a Guardian Angel is supposed to take care of. And mine hasn't been born yet. Still waiting on him/her. For about fifty years, mind you.
Still waiting…..