This story is AU heavy. The personalities and appearances of the characters may be different. The updates of this story may take a while since it's fantasy and I'm very new to it. This is just the prologue but the first chapter might be posted soon since I already have it written down it just needs some editing.
*I do not own Glee.*
Angels — there are good ones, and there are bad ones — humans know them as either messengers of their God, or the fallen ones who are rebellious or wicked. I am an angel, but not any of the kinds I just mentioned. The Alpha Draconians, who are the most powerful and intellectual beings to ever exist, captured humans and experimented with their DNA to successfully create beings such as myself. They labeled the specie of my kind as angels because we have the purest souls and our powers are one of the strongest. There are of course, angels of the dark side who wants control so they take advantage of their power to intimidate other beings. My intentions are never malicious. I mean no harm to anyone.
The land I live in is called The Dark Forest; it is located somewhere in Lima, Ohio and it is only visible to the magical beings. It's where we, the good or bad, stay safe from the humans. The humans cannot accept any of the mythical creatures, even the harmless ones. I don't understand why humans would feel threatened by the harmless beings when we never even direct our powers to another creature unless it's necessary. Anyone they would catch playing with magic, they would try to kill, or maybe even imprison the being in an underground cell. They should do that if they have an encounter with a malevolent being, if they can take them down. The way I live isn't so different from the way humans live — I also need food and water to survive. I do not have immortality, nobody does, it is impossible for a creature to stay in this physical world forever, but I can live up to a hundred years. Lastly, I need sleep for my powers to re-energize so that the performance will not be weak. I'll be needing less sleep and food once I turn eighteen because that's when the powers evolve into a stronger capability.
I used to be ecstatic every time I turned a year older because I couldn't wait until my powers would reach it's full potential, but ever since my father was killed I lost all the excitement because he isn't here to see me grow up which makes me upset to think about so I stopped caring. I was 10 years old when it happened, me and my father were captured by an unknown entity while we were taking a nap by a lake after a long day of flying. My ankles and wrists were tied up in enhanced chains that were impossible to break and I was blind folded so I did not see where me and my father were being taken to. I don't remember what happened that day because I suddenly fell into a deep sleep and I woke up feeling nauseous and completely drained. It took me a moment to realize that my dad was lying next to me, dead.
My brother, Kurt was the only person I would lean on to. We aren't related by blood but we knew each other since birth because my father was great friends with his parents for a long time so we would consider each other as siblings. Unlike Kurt, I don't have a mother. Well, I did but she left when I was just a baby. I never got to see how she looked like. The only thing my dad told me about her was her name. Shelby. He never told me why she left, I don't understand why my father would make her leave without fighting for her because aren't they supposed to love each other until the end of their times? I sometimes wonder what my mother is doing — if she's even still alive. But I don't think about my mother all the time. My father told me not to waste my time wondering about her.
There is never a day that passes by where in I don't think of my father. Sometimes when I close my eyes I see the memory of him lying dead on the ground. It was a memory that haunts me every now and then. The constant nightmares that I used to get was always about my father being stabbed in the heart multiple times, and every time I wake up in the state of terror, Kurt would always be there to comfort me. He could feel the emotions of his loved ones no matter how far away they are. The nightmares stopped a month after the incident happened. Instead of having nightmares about my father, I've been having dreams about a boy. I still got those dreams until now. He's tall, peach-skinned, and his body shape is well-built. He doesn't look older than twenty. In my dreams, we were in a white room — so bright it's almost blinding — and all I can see are his light brown eyes staring into mine. The dreams I have about him aren't repetitive. There are times I dream about him saving me from falling into an endless black hole — or any type of danger I end up dreaming about. I told Kurt about my dreams, he said it was probably a sign that I would one day be in danger and the boy I dream about would be there to save me. When he said that, a thought suddenly popped into my head that what if it wasn't a sign but a memory. What if I was supposed to be killed just like my father but the boy I kept dreaming about was there to save me? If my theory is true, I wish he came in soon enough to save my father.
I try not to think about it too much because the past is the past and there is nothing I can do to change it since I do not have the power to go back in time and change things. But that doesn't stop me from seeking for answers. Beings are only captured if someone wants something from you. So the question that burns in my mind almost everyday is: What did the entity want from me and my father?