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[A/N] Okay, this is getting ridicules. I am starting WAY too many stories, and finishing NONE, but, this has been bugging me FOREVER, and I just have to write it! So, here it is.
Chapter one: Falling
She drops down, in the beautiful black night, She is falling so fast, on wings ever so bright, The cold dry air cuts over her heavenly skin, As her halo shining light from the rim, Her hair is flowing like a fiery stream, The young maiden looks as though she has dropped from a dream, A single tear falls, no matter how small, Beacuse God knows, even angels fall
I was standing quietly on the roof of my father's manor on that faithful night. My thoughts rolled slowly around in my head, but my brain barely tried to grasp them. I was too busy looking to the sky; the starts seemed to be burning, as if some horror had angered them. They burned with the passion I hold deep in my heart, the passion I try so hard to hide, but the passion my father still sees. And he meets it with a beating. I do not know what it is, or what it means, but it must be bad. I am a sixteen year old, and yet, I still think like a child. My father has left me no room to grow into my own mind and soul. So I live an empty shell, waiting to be called by the one who can fill me. These are the thoughts I barely noticed that were swimming through my head the moment before I saw her. As the clouds parted, I saw something falling, and fast, right through the clouds. Great wings of gold were spanned out from the maiden's back, shimmering feathers being left behind every so often. Her gown of white billowed as she plummeted head first for the ground, her hair, red as fire, whipping around her face a golden halo sitting lopsided above her head. She seemed unconscious, and soon, she disappeared behind some houses. I grabbed my broom, which was lying quietly beside me, and rode through the chilly air to find the maiden. I wondered where she had come from, and more importantly, whether or not she was okay. The manor is much taller than most of the other houses, and so, I had to lower myself quite a bit to be able to see the ground. My eyes searched tirelessly for the fallen dream. Surly, someone so beautiful, would not be hard to find...but; I was proved wrong. It took me almost twenty minutes before I saw her lying, lifelessly, on the ground. I dropped down beside her and examined her. Her head was facing the opposite direction, so I did not see it right away, but I knew this girl from somewhere, I just could not place her. Her hair fell in brilliant flames down her back, and her wings of gold were still spread out, one falling gracefully across her stomach, as she was lying on her side. Her gown reached down to her ankles, and was made of the whitest fabric I had ever seen. Her skin seemed to glow about as much as the halo that was lying on the ground next to her, emitting a soft shine. She seemed to have fallen from heaven. Then something clicked in my mind, halo, wings...this was an ANGEL, she HAD fallen from heaven. In all the excitement, my mind seemed to have missed crucial clues, as it sometimes did when I was concentrating on something. I wanted so much to touch the angel, and so, moved closer, deciding to try my luck. I wanted to make sure she was okay. But the maiden was stirring now. So I withdrew my hand and stepped into the shadows to watch. She sat up, folded her wings behind her back carefully, and put a hand to her head. I heard her let out a soft sort of moan, the kind some one makes when being woken up on a Saturday morning. She then shook her head roughly, so that her crimson locks flowed, and reached out for her halo. She placed it delicately over her head, but it still fell down to one side. She sighed and then stood up. Her hair fell down to her waist in gentle waves, and her white gown fell past her feet, crumpled on the ground. With her face still turned away from me, she regarded what she was wearing, and let out an unmistakable, "Urgh," And touched her halo. Her clothes automatically changed, she was wearing white pants, muggle style, and a white tank top with supper thin stapes, I think muggles call them, Spaghetti straps. Her trainers were also white, and had little silver stars on each side. She then stretched out her arms and wings before turning to face me. I'll tell you, I almost passed right out. I was looking right into the face of a WEASELY.
[A/N] Well, I rather liked the turn out of this, but I have no idea where the story is going yet, so bare with me! If I don't get enough review, I will come after you with a turnup and bang you repeatedly over the head until you do! Lol, thanks for reading every one. L8er,
Ashen
[A/N] Okay, this is getting ridicules. I am starting WAY too many stories, and finishing NONE, but, this has been bugging me FOREVER, and I just have to write it! So, here it is.
Chapter one: Falling
She drops down, in the beautiful black night, She is falling so fast, on wings ever so bright, The cold dry air cuts over her heavenly skin, As her halo shining light from the rim, Her hair is flowing like a fiery stream, The young maiden looks as though she has dropped from a dream, A single tear falls, no matter how small, Beacuse God knows, even angels fall
I was standing quietly on the roof of my father's manor on that faithful night. My thoughts rolled slowly around in my head, but my brain barely tried to grasp them. I was too busy looking to the sky; the starts seemed to be burning, as if some horror had angered them. They burned with the passion I hold deep in my heart, the passion I try so hard to hide, but the passion my father still sees. And he meets it with a beating. I do not know what it is, or what it means, but it must be bad. I am a sixteen year old, and yet, I still think like a child. My father has left me no room to grow into my own mind and soul. So I live an empty shell, waiting to be called by the one who can fill me. These are the thoughts I barely noticed that were swimming through my head the moment before I saw her. As the clouds parted, I saw something falling, and fast, right through the clouds. Great wings of gold were spanned out from the maiden's back, shimmering feathers being left behind every so often. Her gown of white billowed as she plummeted head first for the ground, her hair, red as fire, whipping around her face a golden halo sitting lopsided above her head. She seemed unconscious, and soon, she disappeared behind some houses. I grabbed my broom, which was lying quietly beside me, and rode through the chilly air to find the maiden. I wondered where she had come from, and more importantly, whether or not she was okay. The manor is much taller than most of the other houses, and so, I had to lower myself quite a bit to be able to see the ground. My eyes searched tirelessly for the fallen dream. Surly, someone so beautiful, would not be hard to find...but; I was proved wrong. It took me almost twenty minutes before I saw her lying, lifelessly, on the ground. I dropped down beside her and examined her. Her head was facing the opposite direction, so I did not see it right away, but I knew this girl from somewhere, I just could not place her. Her hair fell in brilliant flames down her back, and her wings of gold were still spread out, one falling gracefully across her stomach, as she was lying on her side. Her gown reached down to her ankles, and was made of the whitest fabric I had ever seen. Her skin seemed to glow about as much as the halo that was lying on the ground next to her, emitting a soft shine. She seemed to have fallen from heaven. Then something clicked in my mind, halo, wings...this was an ANGEL, she HAD fallen from heaven. In all the excitement, my mind seemed to have missed crucial clues, as it sometimes did when I was concentrating on something. I wanted so much to touch the angel, and so, moved closer, deciding to try my luck. I wanted to make sure she was okay. But the maiden was stirring now. So I withdrew my hand and stepped into the shadows to watch. She sat up, folded her wings behind her back carefully, and put a hand to her head. I heard her let out a soft sort of moan, the kind some one makes when being woken up on a Saturday morning. She then shook her head roughly, so that her crimson locks flowed, and reached out for her halo. She placed it delicately over her head, but it still fell down to one side. She sighed and then stood up. Her hair fell down to her waist in gentle waves, and her white gown fell past her feet, crumpled on the ground. With her face still turned away from me, she regarded what she was wearing, and let out an unmistakable, "Urgh," And touched her halo. Her clothes automatically changed, she was wearing white pants, muggle style, and a white tank top with supper thin stapes, I think muggles call them, Spaghetti straps. Her trainers were also white, and had little silver stars on each side. She then stretched out her arms and wings before turning to face me. I'll tell you, I almost passed right out. I was looking right into the face of a WEASELY.
[A/N] Well, I rather liked the turn out of this, but I have no idea where the story is going yet, so bare with me! If I don't get enough review, I will come after you with a turnup and bang you repeatedly over the head until you do! Lol, thanks for reading every one. L8er,
Ashen