Info and Part 1
Name: Harmony
Age: About 200 years old.
Height: 5'9"
Looks: Waist-length, wavy, golden hair. Ice blue eyes. Pale, fair skin. Plump lips. Curvy body. White angel wings, but the tips of every feather is starting to get dirty and black
Personality: Really quiet, and what little she does say is usually said with sarcasm or and attitude. No friends. All she does is what she wants, and, most of the time, she doesn't want to do anything. When she does want to do something, it's usually one of two things; it's either causing trouble or watching young girls. She can't quiet understand it, but, on occasion, she see a young girl walking and just feeling the urge to follower her. For some reason, she becomes worried about them.
History: … You'll find out.
And now we begin…
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Honking. Sirens. Running Engines. Walking. Splashing. Talking. Yelling.
That is what woke me up.
When I opened my eyes, saw the clear night sky through the top of an alleyway. The coble stone beneath me was cold, wet, and littered with trash.
I sat up, confused. How did I get there? What was I doing there?... Who was I?
Harmony.
It felt as though someone has just whispered it into my ear. I looked around. No one was there. Then, my eyes met the moon.
Harmony.
There it was again.
The moon was whispering to me.
And it freaked me out.
I ran out of the alleyway in a panic.
Without even thinking, I ran off the sidewalk into the street… right in the path of an oncoming carriage.
There wasn't any time to move. All I could do was turn away and cover my head with my arms in a feeble attempt to protect myself.
I waited to impact.
It came.
But it wasn't hard and painful. It was really soft. And warm. Like feathers.
After many moments, I cracked my eyes open, wondering if I was dead. But all I saw was white feathers.
I opened both eyes and found two giant panels of pure white wings wrapped around me.
Wings.
Wings were wrapped around me… and they were coming out of my back.
I was about to freak out about the wings when I realized that the carriage had passed right through me. How did I know? Because there were people walking right through me. Like I was air.
I started turning in circles, looking around for some sign of normality. Or some sign that said this was all a dream.
When I found nothing, I threw my head back, yelling to the sky.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"
…
200 years later.
And I was still asking the same question that I asked on that first day.
I had changed a little bit since then. I got some clothes that I was actually comfortable in; combat boots, cargo pants, a black sports bra, and a black zip-up hoody.
I had also gotten a hold on two hand guns. Weird for an angel, I know, but I felt more comfortable with them.
Yeah, I finally figured out that I was an angel. But I still didn't really know who I was, other than my name. I didn't know my purpose. I didn't know what had happened to me.
All I knew was that something about me wasn't right. Every time I managed to see my reflection, I felt like I was looking at someone else. That wasn't me. I wasn't supposed to look like that.
Between knowing that I didn't look right and not knowing who I was supposed to be, I, usually, just walked around in a daze, not doing anything.
But, on occasion, something compelled me.
Such an occasion happened one night.
I was just walking around, when this girl walked through me. I turned and looked back her. She looked normal; eighteen, cute, and this small voice inside me said she had a boyfriend. For some reason, I needed to follower her. I was… worried.
I followed her for about two blocks before she started looking over her shoulder in a nervous fashion. Could she see me? Did she think I was a freak?
She wasn't looking at me. She was looking at the two guys behind me who had been following us for the entire two blocks.
She turned into an alleyway and started to run, but the guys acted quickly and were faster. She didn't get half-way down the alley before they both grabbed her and forced her against the wall.
I didn't wait before I drew my hand guns and shot both of them.
Beams of light came from the barrels, hitting the guys dead on. They were, instantly, knocked out and sent to the ground, letting the girl get away.
This wasn't the first time this had happened. And I never understood why I always had to interfere like that.
After staring at the low lives in the alley way, I continued on my walk.
I didn't even pay attention to how many block I has walked.
Then, something caught my eyes again.
It wasn't a girl though.
It was a shadow.
Coming from another alley way. Inviting – no, taunting me – to follow.
I glared down the way before taking my first, cautious step.
I got to the end of the alley and rested my hands on my gun handles.
"Been a long time, sheila."
I was about to draw my pistols until I heard the "Sheila" part. There was only one guy who called me that.
Leaving my guns in their thigh holsters, I slowly turned around to look at that big-eared, egg sucking, Auzi.
"Bunnymund. How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?"
"You could tell me a hundred times, sheila. Nothing's gonna change."
I glared at him good and hard before I asked the question; "What I do now, Bunnymund? You here to bop me on the head and knock the attitude outta me? You know, like you always threatened to do?" I emphasized the "threatened" because that all he did; threaten. Never followed through on them."
Surprisingly enough, he smirked. "Don't tempt me, sheila."
I didn't like that look on his face. "What do you want, Bunnymund?"
"This isn't about what I want, sheila."
"Then what is it about?"
Suddenly, I felt two very large fur balls behind me. Yetis. So, the fat man wanted something from me. Well, if he wanted it, he was gonna have to come and take it himself.
I leapt into the air, snapping my wings out. They carried me to a roof top, leaving the yetis is the dust (or rather the feathers) and Bunnymund pissed.
"Wings, asshole. You want to snatch me, you better learn how to fly."
"Challenge accepted."
I whipped around upon hearing the voice. But what I was met with was a snow ball… covered in golden dust. The ball smashed against my face and, before I could start whipping my face, I felt this heaviness fall over my eye lids. Golden dust was dancing around my head, causing me to hallucinate.
"What… the…"
The last thing I remembered was falling from the sky into a deep sleep.