The Life of a Guardian Angel
There are many planes of existence. There are the mortal planes where humans, plants and animals reside and live their lives; ethereal planes where spirits of both positive and negative origin operate along side the mortal realm; and then finally the rapture planes, where we all find an eternal rest.
Every thing on earth, as long as it exist, goes through each plane. We all start from the rapture plane and then born into the mortal world. We live our life and then leave it entering an ethereal plane where we are either guided back to a rapture plane or given the blessing of serving the Others by staying in an ethereal existence.
All angels were once humans or creatures of earth at one point. After your death, your existence was weighed and judged for rapture. Something within you caused the Others to offer you the chance to serve the world by helping the mortal plane and repay the service done to you by giving it to another.
Bubbles couldn't remember her life before awakening in the Hall and being bless into angelhood. It had been a rare occasion her fellow Sisters and Brothers said. No other time in history was it recorded that 3 souls were chosen to become angels in the same instance of eternity. Blossom, Buttercup and herself had awoken together at the feet of the Brilliant Others. And ever since that moment, nothing had come between them.
Bubbles didn't know if her sisters knew about their past. All Bubbles knew was that she had been loved and had a large and happy family. At least what her heart told her, and she tried to always follow her heart.
Even with no memory of her past, Bubbles compared that feeling to Boomer and his brother's life.
From what was recorded in the Library, the boys were triplets of a very special kind. They were born from one very powerful soul, a soul powerful enough to become three individuals. But even a soul that bless, that powerful, couldn't save them from tragedy.
For the first 7 years of their life the boys grew up in an orphanage. Their mother had died after the laborious work of birthing the three health boys. No one could locate the father and their mother only had time to name the boys before departing.
No one had wanted to adopt all three of the boys. It wasn't until Mojoran Johnathan Johannes, a rising star in the business decided to walk into the local orphanage and expand his family and adopt three heirs to his empire.
Mojo, to his friends and those close to him, gave his new sons a life of privilege. There was no doubt he loved them and they him, but he'd raised them as a business man and that didn't help the publicity.
Everyone held their breath and watched the boys' every movement, only a phone call away to report to the local news studio. When the boys appeared be simple and ordinary, they were hit with indifference and prejudice. Jealousy and envy were directed them and they were the subject of being a ploy to make Mojo seem charitable and promote his business.
It took years for it to die down and the public realize the boys were just boys given a chance they hadn't had to live a life they hadn't thought possible. Even with most of their hunger sated, they still watched the boys closely.
It wasn't until Brick had propose they move out of the stately Manor in the upper hills of town and live humbly, in a building under then influence of the MoJo Co., that the boys were offered a relief from the public life.
That had been 2 years ago.
Bubbles knew the tolls life made its subject paid. It was the fact that she could help that gave her a purpose as an angel.
Bubbles floated down until her feet touched the carpet, and wondered not for the first or the last what her life had been like and if it had been as emotional and challenging as Boomer's was. As a rule, Bubbles wasn't allowed to look at her own Journal of Life if she couldn't remember it. Gabriel, her archangel, said that if her memories hadn't followed her into angelhood they were best left in the past and that it was the memories she made now that mattered.
But still, Bubbles wished she could remember some shred of her memories and not just this warm feeling.
Boomer finally stirred from resting on the floor.
Bubbles stepped out of the way as he passed by, shedding Butch's jacket. She floated after him. She watched as started his daily routine.
He cleaned up, completed his prescribed chore (which was laundry and prepping for dinner), then went to take a shower.
Bubbles didn't have to have him in his sights at all time. She was just supposed to stay near in case she was needed. So while he showered, she rested on his bed and waited.
Bubbles was still thinking about her past when Georgia hopped up onto the bed and dropped something black into her lap.
"What's this Georgy?" Bubbles asked. She was in material form and talked softly so that her voice wouldn't carry over the sound of the shower. She wasn't fully in the mortal world for it to effect her but she was enough to effect thing. She could touch things and move them. She still couldn't be seen but she was more there than not.
Because of this she picked up the black object the dog had brought her.
It was fuzzy and looked like a powder-puff but it was singed and black. At first she wondered which of the brothers owned it and why they'd have something like it. It wasn't until Bubbles rolled it over that she found a pair of tattered bloody wings.
Bubbles hopped off the bed in fright, giving a small squeak.
It was her sprite. The one she'd left on Boomer's bedside when she'd gone to report and rest. No wonder it hadn't returned to her. It was dead.
Sprites were usually the small souls of simple plants or more likely rocks and were used by angels as messengers. They were the purest of spirits with the purest of intentions.
The sprite that rested where Bubbles had been moments before was far from pure. It was tainted and dead.
Bubbles didn't know a soul could die, let ago be killed. The Laws stated that Life was eternal and infinite, that it was a continuous cycle of Departing and Returning. If the sprite was finished it should have returned to Rapture but this sprite hadn't. It soul was entirely gone.
Bubbles jumped again when a door opened and closed. Bubbles quickly scooped up the sprite and faded out of the material word and back into the ethereal place in a single grain of time.
Boomer entered the room and Bubbles had more pressing matters to attend to than the dead sprite.
Bubbles hastily turned to face the wall and ignored the flame in her cheeks.
Boomer may be more modest about himself and his body than his brothers, but since no one but Georgia was there to witness, he'd taken the comfort of exiting the bathroom with only a towel as cover tied around his waist.
Bubbles closed her eyes and hummed to herself to drown out the sounds of what was happening behind her. Being his guardian angel, Bubbles knew that Boomer preferred to sleep in only a pair of boxer briefs but she had yet to seem him truly nude. The rules didn't say anything against witnessing... something like that. But it was highly frowned upon to... peep... if it wasn't necessary.
Bubbles had thankful hadn't had a situation like that and she hoped she never did. She preferred to treat her wards as she would be treated. She gave him his privacy: she always left the room when he dressed, found something else to do nearby while he showered, and tried to stay away from the boys' changing room at school.
Finally, she heard him finish and settle into his desk. Sighing with relief she turned around. Boomer was only dressed from the waist down and his hair was shaggy and dripped slightly. But half dressed was far better than not dressed at all.
Bubbles settled back on the foot of the bed and watched as Boomer started on his homework.
Zumachi-chan - So that's all I have for now. I don't know who's perspective to do next but I'll probably skip to when the boys get home and the girls have a pow wow over the dead sprite. Anyways, if you have any ideas on who's perspective I should do next (and it doesn't have to flop back and forth between the puffs and ruffs or color to color) leave a review. I'll see you guys soon. Byebye, Peaces.
OH! And if I'm not back before then: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!