This is that prequel I promised! Read on to find out what it's about!
Disclaimer: I do not own the marvellous, magical, mystical, wonderful, awesome, great, brilliant, fantastic, terrific, amazing, irrevocably stupendous, incorruptably divine, indomitably epic world that is Fallen.
Lauren Kate does.
Summary: Lying is a sin. For an angel, that rule is enforced tenfold. But when it's to protect the one you love... Is it really all that bad?
Life.
"Do you know how it feels to be hollow, empty?
I do.
Do you know what it's like to feel broken beyond repair?
I do."
I do.
The two words that can change everything, yet at the same time, can change nothing.
Never.
The forbidden word, the expression of the dark manifestations of the mind.
But the word that most acutely describes my life right now.
Dreams.
Dreams are subconscious statements, deep desires. Dreams are unrealistic, unlimited.
"Then why do they limit me so?"
Dreams offer no explanations, only twisted truths.
Just like every storm must move on, every cloud shall fade, and every plant will die; nothing is finite.
Everything will pass.
And nothing will stay the same.
Because change is part of who we are.
And you must be the change you wish to see in the world.
I've fallen. My wings are torn, bloody, and coverd in mud. I don't care. It's all for her. She'll never know. I am sacrificing my life to ensure hers. I don't care. It's all for her. And if I survive, if I am welcomed back through those Golden Gates someday, I would happily do it all again, just to see her safe. Who knows, maybe one day I will tell her. Maybe one day she'll have me back. Maybe... But that's all the future. I don't care. It's all for her. I have to focus on now. I have to keep her safe...
"You're going with THEM?" She shrieked, tears flowing like salty rivers down her porcelain face, eyes burning angrily like the sun blazing through the rain. She was standing in the doorway of her brother's old cottage, my clothing in a rucksack, clutched tightly in her hand.
"You don't understand! It'll be better with them. You and I, we could-" I was cut off by the rucksack hitting me in the stomach, sending me flying into the mud. I pushed myself up, striding back over to her through the bone-crushing downpour, placing my now dirt and water covered hands on her cheeks and pulling her lips to mine. She pushed me away, her strength astounding me once more as I fell back, my head hitting my bag.
"You stay away from me! You are a liar, a traitor, and I hereby damn you to walk the earth alone!"
There was a flash of blinding white light. I cried out, pain searing through my skin and into my bones.
So this was what it felt like to fall from heaven.
R&R!