Episode 1: The Apple Rain
Avert Not Thine Eyes
-Ana's View-
The rain was pouring hard and heavy, already soaked to the bone you rested against a shop window. The soles of your sneaker were peeled and flapping wetly behind you as you took off again, a small back-pack with your clothes and a little food was dripping wet.
'The bread is probably ruined.' You thought glumly. It had been 17 years since the battle in Albion and the two great winged beasts that fought in the sky. It was when the Princess of Albion had been found, and it was also the day you were born. Such memories, even though you were born in a time of chaos and sadness, once Queen Esther was in control, things started to look so much better for both Terrans and Methuselah. Unfortunately, you were still living on the streets, a sharp change from your aristocratic past. A small, thin jacket and faded red men's shirt were your only protection against the chilling rain. You sat down at a tram station, which shielded you from most of the rain. Looking down at your tatted wet jeans, they were in need of repair or replacement. But, as you had no money to your name, (Which was Anastasia von Carlen.) you had to rely on fallen scraps from the plates of the wealthy. You ran a hand through your short, brown hair, the drops of water against your chipped fingernails. A pattering of feet alerted you of someone running towards you, sitting up slightly you saw who was coming. A goofy-looking priest with long, wet, silver hair and circular glasses was running towards you, his hand was a terrible attempt to block out the rain. He ducked inside the tram station and sat down on the bench, shaking his head slightly, the water droplets flicking on you.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you. I didn't mean to spray water all over you." You giggled slightly.
"It's alright Father, besides…I'm already soaked, a little more won't hurt." He gave you a warm smiled and stretch out his hand.
"Pardon my rudeness Miss, I'm Father Abel Nightroad; a travelling priest from the Vatican." You returned the gesture, shaking his gloved hand warmly.
"My name is Anastasia, but please call me Ana." You said smiling. "So where are you going to Father Nightroad? There isn't a church around here for miles."
"I have to catch a flight back to the Vatican, and then it's back to work for me!" You reached into your bag, taking out two shiny red apples, still a little wet from your soaked bag; you passed one over to him.
"Here Father, take one, you must be hungry." He looked surprised, his cheeks a little pink.
"N-no, no. I shouldn't! You keep them for later; it must be hard for you, living like this." You still held the apple out.
"Please take it, I hate seeing others who are hungry. It's the least that I can do to help you out." He shyly took the apple and bit into it, you doing the same. The rain slowly stopping, but the road in front of you was still slightly flooded, leaves and dirt washing away in the drains. "I hope you have a good flight Father." He looked over at you; you then noticed that his eyes were a remarkably bright shade of blue, making him seem even more attractive.
"Miss Ana, shouldn't you get home to your family, friends? It's late and it's not really safe for a young woman to be walking alone at night." Your eyes darkened, a bad memory washing over your mind.
'There's nothing here by that name. Leave us alone.'
'Oh really? Then this children's book is for you.'
WHAMP! Thump.
BANG!!!
'NO!!! Lorna!'
BANG! BANG!!!
You shook yourself awake, Father Nightroad looking at you intensely.
"Ana? Are you alright?" You frowned.
"My parents are dead. I don't have any friends. You should go Father; the tram to the airport is here." He turned around; the tram was there, the warm lights beckoning him.
"Will you be alright?" You smiled.
"I'm fine, just go, and don't miss your flight!" He picked up his suitcase, and got on the tram. He sat against the window, and looked down at you. He put his hand against the glass; standing up you put yours against his. His mouth made out the word 'bye'. Smiling, you did the same, eye locking with his. Something struck in your brain, like a flex of a muscle. This man, Abel Nightroad… you and he were somehow connected. The tram slowly disappeared into the night, taking the mysterious priest with it. "God be with you Father." Picking up your bag, you continued to walk down the street, the flickering light of the street lamps lighting your path.