Mortals, Immortals, Angels and Demons
Let me introduce myself, my name is Janmia Winsby. I'm 14 years old and am your typical brunette. I live in a small farm off the outskirts of Daisy Field Ville, which you could say is in the middle of no-where. My mother died just last week, you could say the wounds are still fresh. I'm walking down a small track, kicking rocks with anger as I go from the last argument with my aunty and uncle.
"You're an Angel, my sweet pea, so fly". My mother had said.
I never fully understand what she meant by that and with that memory playing in my mind, my anger increased.
"Why, why did you have to go mum?" I screamed at the sky. Normally, the sky didn't answer. I've always heard a strange whispering sound whenever my temper would flare, it would say:
"Calm down Janmia, it is dangerous for you to get angry."
Where it came from? Don't ask me. To calm myself down, I started walking to my Favourite place of all. The Large Oak tree, it was based in the middle of one of our many paddocks and the only tree within a range of 60 metres.
I climbed the tree to one of the top branches (A/N it was a big tree so that's pretty high up), it swayed and dipped under my weight. I let the tears I've been holding back run freely, leaving tear stains down my cheeks. I thought of my father, and who he was. No information of him is in my head, no name, no age not even a memory of him. I always asked my mother who he was, and she would say:
"He was special, he had an important job to do and he left to do it."
She would get a very faraway look in her eyes whenever she spoke about him, though that was on rare occasions.
Lost in deep thought, something broke me out of the trance. Whispering of some sort.
"I know you have questions, and plenty of them. But your time will come, and you will do the impossible, we know who you are and what you are, you're an Angel."