Hi! I started the new season already! Bet you didn't expect that! Anyway, this part is more of a prologue/introduction for Angie, though she will not become part of the main story for a few chapters as I need some things to happen first. Millie will already be there as she arrives the same time as the rest of the New Mutants, but she is a fairly minor character. Moving on…
SuperminionXD
P.S. This story contains Christian themes, nothing offensive unless you are offended by someone being Christian, but if you don't like it, don't read it, it's as simple as that!
St Lawrence Church, Old Halley (a small town not far from Los Angelis) NOT FLISS
I walk slowly down the church aisle, looking at the aged stained glass windows, the bright glowing glass depicting stories of long ago. I have been Chaplin at this church for almost thirty years now; ten years ago I thought nothing would change. I was wrong, for the Lord works in mysterious ways. Oh I've forgotten to introduce myself, silly me! I am Father Harold Francis, Chaplin for St Lawrence Church, as I have been for many years. But as I was saying, ten years ago that changed.
I was in the chapel early that morning, checking the displays for the upcoming Harvest Festival, when there was a sharp knock on the door. Baffled as to what it could be, I cautiously opened the large wooden door, there had been a string of robberies lately and you could never be too careful.
But what I saw was the exact opposite of what I expected. At first I saw nothing, and thinking it was some youths playing a trick, I started to close the door. It was then that I heard it, I soft snuffling noise that prompted me to glance downwards. I almost jumped out of my skin, for lying on the step and wrapped in white blankets not dissimilar to those said to have been in the Holy Nativity, was a tiny child. A baby in fact.
I gently bent down and picked up the bundle, but as I did some of the blankets came off and shocked me once again. This was no ordinary baby that was for sure. Whether she was from the Heavens themselves I didn't know, but out of the Baby's back grew three pairs of tiny white feathered wings. They were as soft as silk and warm to the touch, and very definitely real. But that was not all, for the wisps of her hair were as white as my own, and when she stirred and woke she stared at me with shining silver eyes.
Truth be told, she looked like a cherub, and her wings were the splitting image of the Seraphim in Isaiah. Knowing that no one would ever care for a girl such as she, I decided to take her in myself. This was no easy task, glancing around I took one last look at the child before I wrapped her in her blankets and smuggled her into the Rectory before morning mass. At the end of the day I consulted the churchwardens, telling them I must take a leave of absence, that my health was not as it once was and I would return in a month or so. They were quite understanding and informed me I could take as much time as I needed.
And that was how it all started, she was quite a docile child and didn't make much noise. I named her Angel for her wings and looked after her as if she were my own. When she was old enough I returned to my work, and I taught her to read and write using the Bible and Hymn books, and anything else I could find. She was eager to learn and never questioned my judgement, though often she asked of the outside world, why she could not go there and what it was like.
Those conversations were not enjoyable, but I stood firm in my beliefs that the world was simply not ready for her yet, and when the time came the world would accept her with open arms. At least that was what I hoped. But the time is drawing near, I can feel it as I lock up the church through the side door of the chapel and slip into the Rectory next door.
"Are you well, my Angel?" I ask as I see the girl working diligently at the table.
"I am quite well, Father" She replies, her silver eyes look into mine and for a second I hope I will never lose her, "Are thou, Father? Thou look'st worried this night"
I smile at her speech, perhaps teaching language through such old books was not helpful, but I hadn't the heart to correct it. Such language coming from such small lips warmed me.
"I am fine as always, Angel, have you finished your studies?" I inquire,
"Almost, Father" she tells me, returning her attention to the heavy-bound book in front of her. Tears appear in my eyes as I know that when the time comes I must entrust her to those with whom she must go. Until then I will wait, with those shining silver eyes gazing trustingly at mine.
I hope this was ok, next chapter will the first episode of season 2 and back with Fliss (And Millie) until then,
Bye for now,
SuperminionXD
P.S. in case you didn't notice, I changed my name to incorporate the XD since I always type it anyway XD