Nora
"Aaaah!" The sound of my blood curdling screams of anguish filling the air. My wings, my wings! They're gone, my beautiful wings. Worse than them gone are the scars they will leave behind. Someone could tap into my past with the slightest touch. Then, the archangel spun me around and muttered "This is your punishment for disobeying the rules."
He pushed me over the edge of the cloud and I plunged towards the surface. Feet from the ground my body slows and I drifted down until I hit the ground with a soft plunk. OK, I thought, it could have been a lot worse. Suddenly I felt a burning sensation in my pocket. Wait, my pocket? I looked down; I was donning a sea blue tank top and white skinny jeans. I slipped my hand into my pocket to find a note.
Former Angel Nora,
You are sentenced to servitude to the lord of the manor in Jacques's Hollow. You are to protect him from all harm at any cost. If you fail, you will lose all chance to return to Heaven.
~League of Archangels
Great, just great; now I have servitude to some idiot who owns a manor. How was I supposed to even find Jacques's Hollow? Once again I felt the blistering sensation. This time it held directions to Jacques's Hollow.
I entered Jacques's Hollow and it was like many small towns I have seen. The only major exception is it holds the key to my return to where I belong. As I walked through empty streets I felt a jolt inside and my feet started to move on their own accord. I couldn't stop them from moving! What is happening!? After a few minutes of struggling my feet stopped and I looked up. Right in front of me wa a manor and it caused me to shudder.
The manor juts out of the surrounding forestry with what felt like authority, pure power over what it stands above. Wrought iron gates encase the magnanimous building. No doubt, the manor was a beautiful building but, it also filled me with fear. Now I really shouldn't have been scared of building, right? I should have been scared of who I had to look after indefinitely.
So I moved forward to open the gate and extended my hand to the handle. Before I grabbed it I waited for something to happen…Nothing. Deciding it was safe I open the gate and cringed as it creaked and squeaked. I slipped into the small opening I made and closed the gate causing the metal to clatter. I peered up again at the manor and involuntarily shivered. To keep my trepidation at bay, I walked with my head down until I reached the front steps. I bounded up the steps and pounded on the door. After what seemed like ages, I heard the echoes of footsteps in the large building. Then I watched as the door handle twisted...