Prologue
Swerve, and a crash. There's excruciating pain before I'm lifted into a light. I try to scream that my mother is still in the wreckage, but no words come out. They're leaving her. No, I'm leaving her. I'm leaving her, bloodied and bashed on the steering wheel of our Honda Civic. Please help my mother, I scream to the person who keeps lifting me farther and farther away from my mother. There is nothing I can do. Nothing I can…
Chapter 1
My wings carry me to Earth. They carry me to Erie, Pennsylvania, where my first project awaits me. They tell me not to call it a project, to call it a, "Lost soul to save," but I just want my mother back. They told me I could see her once I finished saving this lost soul, but I don't know how long that will take.
His name is Gajeel. Gajeel Redfox. He has had 83 brushes with death and he was hospitalized 43 times because of his actions. He's a rebel and someone I would have stayed away from when I was in school.
My bare feet touch frozen ground as I look at a mid-sized house, which is in excellent condition, for what this Gajeel sounds like. I walk into, more like through, the front door and see the threshold of his house and am immediately ran right through by a six year old girl being chased by an eight year old boy, both snow suits. They fling the door open, but forget to close it.
A wary mother with black hair streaked with light grey walks from the kitchen to close the door left open by the children. And that's when the sound of heavy metal hits me from the staircase.
"GAJEEL TURN THAT DOWN, PLEASE!" the mother shouts up the stairs, but she is only rewarded by more screaming music. I venture up the stairs, to the source of the music, and see four doors once I am at the top of the stairs. One is obviously the master suite, with a pile of woman's clothes bunched up in a corner standing out against the beige walls.
The second door was divided down the middle; pink stickers on the left and cars on the right. On the inside, blue painter's tape split the room down the middle of the hardwood floorboards. I smile at the pink princess half of the room, mixing with the brown, red and blue race car side of the room.
The third door had music coming from it too, not as loud, but the stench of overly sweet perfume hit me like a wall. The door had the initials, "BLR," on it as long with a whiteboard with big black letters telling me to keep out. Probably a popular teenage girl, another one I'd stay away from.
The black door at the end of the hallway was the source of the music, and I took a deep breath before taking a step through. At first, Gajeel didn't notice me because his eyes were closed, but when he sneezed and his eyes opened. Havoc broke loose.
"GAHHHHH! WHO ARE YOU?" His deep voice booms over the electric guitar, before falling off the bed. "AND WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE WINGS?"
"My name is Levy. I'm your guardian angel."