Bold lettering means flashback.

Hi everyone, this is the next chapter of The Life of an Angel.


Flying wasn't easy with a blue ball a few inches bigger then a Chaos Emerald on your back. Damn Noir. Angel thought for the billionth time since she was 4. She was wavering a bit in the air, still not used to using her wings. Where is Melody? Angel wondered, looking around to find her best friend.
"ANGEL!" Melody called from the ground below. "MELODY!" Angel called happily, landing on the ground, two feet from her best friend.
Melody was a white tiger with golden eyes. She wore an orange dress, an orange headband and orange high heel shoes. She was only 13, but Angel was the oldest among everyone.
"You said you saw Damien around downtown Station Square, is he still there?" Angel asked hopefully. "I'm not sure...I saw him in a flower shop buying a bouquet of white roses, I'm not sure if he's still here or not." Melody said sadly. "We have to try!" Angel said angrily. "Right." Melody said nodding her head and running off in the direction of the flower shop.

When they got there Angel read the sign. It said: Flowers for Angels. Angel gasped. What were the odds Damien would go to a flower shop with her name in it and buy roses the same color as her?

After searching the whole store as well as the rest of Station Square their search ended up echidnaless.

"I'm sorry Angel; I know I saw him earlier." Melody said sadly. "It's ok Melody; I know you tried to help me find him." Angel said, placing a hand on Melody's shoulder. Angel looked off in the distance, finding that the sun was setting. "I gotta go; I'm late getting home as it is." Angel said, beginning to take flight. "Just one thing before you go; why do you carry that ball around with you all the time?" Melody asked. Angel's mind went blank as she tried to find a believable answer. "I... have my reasons." Angel said, flying off before Melody could question her further. "What was that about?" Melody asked herself.
Damn it! Why did she have to ask me that among other things...I'll have to tell her the truth one day, as well as everyone else. If Noir wants me two or not. Angel thought angrily. I still remember the day I first met Noir. Angel thought.

I can feel it, it calls to me. She thought, strapping her brand new blue ball to her back with some cloth. She was only 4 years old back then. She dived into Angel Lake, determined to find out what she felt. I know it's around here somewhere. She thought, searching the bottom of the lake. That's when she saw it, the golden chest in the middle of the lake. That must be it! What ever is inside that chest must be what has been calling me. She thought happily. She reached the chest, only to find it did not have a lock. I need to know. I need to know what it is that has been calling to me. She thought as she opened the chest. Suddenly there was a flash of black light and her ball glowed black.

Suddenly she was in a pure white room with no doors or windows. "Angel." Something said to her. "Who are you?" Angel asked, turning her head constantly to try to find out what was talking to her. "I am Noir, the black Chaos Emerald. The eighth of the Chaos Emeralds, proclaimed lost hundreds of years ago." Said the black jewel in front of her. This is so creepy, that gem just talked to me! She thought. "What do you want 'Noir'?" She asked angrily. It was weird, but she felt like she'd known Noir her entire life. "You are my chosen protector child. Those spikes on your elbows signify that. You must bring me with you at all times, never let me out of your sight. If I am to fall into the wrong hands, not even Misery, the Master Emerald could stop me. You must protect me to protect your world." Noir said, glowing slightly as he (or I think it was a he) flouted at eye level. "This is so weird. This has to be a dream or something. I can't believe any of this." Angel said angrily. There was another flash of light.


Angel was suddenly back on the shore of Angel Lake. Ha, I knew it was all a dream. She thought, grabbing her ball from behind her and holding it closely. The ball was no longer pure blue, it now had black tiger stripes on it. That's weird. Oh well at least 'Noir' is gone. She thought. "Don't be so sure Angel." Noir said. Angel's head snapped towards her ball, which was were the voice had come from. She saw a faint outline of a Chaos Emerald 'inside' the ball. "So, all that wasn't a dream...So I have to protect the lost eighth Chaos Emerald. Oh well, at least Daddy will be proud of me." Angel said happily. "No one must know of my existence but you, that is why I have hid myself in your ball." Noir said angrily. Angel looked upset. "You mean I can't tell anyone about you?" She asked. "No. One." Noir said simply. "Oh great, life just got a whole lot easier." Angel said sarcastically as she walked home.

"Why did I have to be the chosen protecter of this damn Chaos Emerald?!" Angel yelled angrily.


Well folks that's it, that's a memory of Noir. I decided to name all the Emeralds so it would be quicker to write and easier to know who or what someone is talking about. I hope you liked this chapter called Noir.