The Angel Girl
Chapter 1: The Silence before the Storm
A warm summer breeze went through my room and blew a streak of my hair into my face. I slowly open my eyes, the light of the rising sun brightened my room in a warm yellowish light. I rubbed my eyes and granted myself another minute before rising out of my bed. Father would be very angry with me if I were late for training.
After dressing in sport shorts and a running top I made my way downstairs. My father was already awake, he sat at the kitchen table studying a very old book. Without looking up he greeted me "Good Morning, Clarissa." God, how much I hate it when he calls me by my full name. "Good Morning, father." Finally he looked up and his black eyes meet mine. "Are you ready to start?" I nodded and went outside to start running.
My father had made me run a specific track every year and keeps checking my time. But what concerns my training - it is just a warm up. Half an hour later I was back at our front door. "Very good, new best time." He proudly smiled down at me. I was panting hard and felt like my legs would give away any second.
Inside I reached for an apple and some water and instantly felt better. Now, few minutes later my training routine continued as I sparred with Sebastian - one of my father's favourite members of the Circle. He had been my sparring partner for almost three years now. I still remember the first weeks I had trained with him. They had all ended the same way - me face down on the training mat.
By now things had changed. Sebastian and I are pretty even and my father looks more and more approving of my fighting which makes me insanely proud. Valentine Morgenstern had never been much of a loving father. He was and still is strict and demanding when it comes to my training. But still he showed me affection and I was the only one he allowed himself to feel something for. He also was the one that saved me - after my mother abandoned me. So yes, even though he was not the nice cuddling daddy other people might have, I still love him very much.
"So you want to practise sword fighting?" I hadn't realised how much I had been in thoughts until I heard Sebastian. I tensed and cursed myself - it is dangerous if your thoughts drifted off especially when fighting. "Sure." I looked around only to realise my father had left the training room and relaxed a little bit.
I pick my favourite kind of swords - two short swords. While Sebastian favourite was a long sword, there's just one problem for me. It was too heavy for me, despite all my training and the muscles I gained through it, it still is impossible to be quick and agile with something that heavy.
Sebastian stormed towards me - the sword raised in his right hand. It came down on me with an incredible force but I had expected it and protected myself by crossing my swords like a shield in front of me. As his sword hit mine, I kicked my foot with as much force as I could manage into the Sebastian's stomach. He stumbled back - but did not fall to the ground. I turned around half way and aimed for his chest while putting one foot behind his.
As I had expected, Sebastian ducked down but had to take a step back. In that exact moment I pulled my foot to me and he landed on his back. Before he had any chance to get up I pounced and landed on his chest, keeping his arms down with my knees - my swords at his throat. "I win." I grinned down at him.
The sound of clapping ended my small victory moment. I turned around and screamed in delight. "Jonathan!" I ran towards him and jumped into his arms. "That looked amazing, Clare!" I smiled up at him. We had basically grown up together but recently he had been away and doing "jobs" for our father. "I missed you so much!" We hugged for a moment and then he releases me.
"Dad told me to supervise your training, he has some meeting to attend to." I just nodded. I didn't know much about his meetings and the Circle and that was the way my father wanted to keep it. So while Jonathan got to do exciting things for dad - at least I think they are exciting - I was stuck in our manor and the forest surrounding it. Only once in my life I had tried to find out what my father and his group were doing.
FLASHBACK
It was the night before my tenth birthday and I was just too excited and wanted to find out what my father would give me. So around 11 in the night I got up and walked around the house. I looked everywhere, in the kitchen, in the living room and all the empty rooms. When didn't find anything and only had the basement left, I came across father's study. The door was left ajar and some light came from inside.
The study had been forbidden for me from the moment I could walk and usually was locked so I just couldn't resist the urge to peek inside. There was nothing strange inside, everything was as expected in a study - a large wooden desk, a lot of shelves with books. I turned around, my father was nowhere to be found so I quickly entered the room.
On the desk were many papers laid down - some showed runes others showed what seemed to be maps of a house or rather a castle... There was also a book about angels and demons. I was about to open it when I heard the door close. This sound made my whole body tense. Slowly I turned around, in front of me stood my father. I had never seen him this angry his was dark red and he took long firm steps in my direction. "Dad. I ..." I wasn't able to finish the sentence, his hand came down to my face.
It stung but I was in too much shock to react in any way but hold my hand to my cheek. My father had never slapped me before. "I told you to never enter this room, Clarissa." His voice was very quiet but that only seemed to make him more threatening. "Leave now."
END OF FLASHBACK
I have no idea why he was so angry. I didn't see anything forbidden at least I think so. And I was just so young... Now five years later I wasn't much smarter about what I had seen but it seemed that my father had become more and more obsessed with demons and angels over the years and I had witnessed some conversations between him and my brother.
In the evening, we all had dinner together. I spent about an hour preparing a really nice meal for Jonathan just as a small welcome home gift. My father, Jonathan and Sebastian looked tense throughout the whole meal. Something was wrong, it was as if they were anticipating something bad to happen. Everyone was very quiet which is unusual since Jonathan came back just today and would normally entertain us with some demon-fighting stories. It was like the silence before the storm. And I was supposed to be right because seconds later Pangborn stormed in and yelled "They are here!"
AN: Okay this is my first fanfiction so please be nice to me! I'll try to write twice a week but I can't guarantee anything.
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