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Born of Angels

This is the sequel to Kari's Secret or a Forgotten Past, whichever title you prefer.

A child will be born of Angels. She will be lost from her god-like parents and with no protector or Chosen Children as allies to speak of she must face darkness and learn what her parents learned so long ago alone.
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"Papa!" A female voice yelled.

A tall blond man walked away from the voice rolling his eyes. "No, Andie. Your not staying out that late!"

"Please!" A tall brunette girl ran up to him to keep up with his long pace. Her blue eyes that were identical to his shone brightly as she flashed a small, hopeful smile. "Papa, please. Aaron and Taylor are going to the movies and I want to go!"

"No! I told you. Its way too late," the blond man replied. He stopped to look down at the girl. For fifteen she was tall and already reached up to his shoulder. She had a huge smile plastered on her face. "No, that's my final answer."

"That's not fair!" The girl exclaimed as she stomped her foot. "Mama!" She turned away from the blond man and walked away from him. The man followed her as she stomped into a huge living room where a red head woman sat on the couch reading to a small six-year-old blond haired boy.

The woman looked up. "What are you doing to her this time, Matt?"

He gave her a shocked hurt look. "Me? Would I ever do anything mean to you, Andie?"

"Yes," the girl replied in a huff. The blond and the red head just laughed.

"What's wrong, Andie?" The red head woman asked.

"Papa won't let me go out with my friends tonight."

"Til eleven," the man corrected.

"Andie can't stay out that long. Its past her bed time," the small boy from the couch said.

"Exactly," the man smiled. He reached down at picked the boy off the couch and tossed him into the air. The boy laughed.

The red head looked up at Andie. She was laughing at the small boy she called her brother. "Ah, why not, Matt?"

Matt put the boy on the ground. "Don't tell me your taking her side, Sora. It's so late! I'm not having my daughter out then!"

"Why not?" Sora asked. "Do you remember yourself when you were her age? You were never home by curfew."

"Yeah, but I had an excuse," Matt replied giving her a knowing look.

She nodded before smiling at Andie. "Sorry, Andie. Its up to your father."

"Its not fair!" Andie whined as she pushed a stray piece of brown hair out of her face. "Your too over protective!" She turned and started to stomp away, but an arm wrapped around her and lifted her off the ground. It was her papa who was laughing and holding her up in the air as she tried to get down. It surprised her that he could still lift her up as if she was still six years old. He was incredibly strong.

"Sorry, I'm not letting you walk away all mad," he laughed.

"Let me go!" She yelled. He let go of her and she almost fell to the floor. Sora let out a shocked gasp right before Matt caught Andie before she hit the floor.

Sora jumped off the couch. "Matt, stop it. That wasn't nice. Put her down."

"Do you really want me to put you down?" Matt asked Andie who was still in his arms. She nodded. "Okay." He set her gently on the floor. Shakily she collapsed on the couch. Matt just laughed.

"Daddy, do that to me too!" The little boy yelled. Matt picked him up and tossed him in the air, almost forgetting to catch him. The boy let out an excited scream. When Matt put him down he ran over and sat on Andie's lap. "That wasn't scary!"

"You knew he was going to do it. I didn't!" Andie replied.

"Are you okay?" Sora asked Andie. She nodded. "I'm going to go start dinner," Sora said as she got up from the couch. She turned and walked out of the room.

"I'll help you," Matt called. He turned to Andie. "Do you have homework?" She nodded. "Why don't you go do it?"

Andie stood up, lightly placing the boy on the floor. She started to walk out of the room with him trailing at her heels. "Andie, I can help you!"

"It's okay, Jared. I can do it," she replied as she started to walk up the carpeted stairs.

"Okay," he sighed. He was running his hand against the wall.

"Why don't you play with your trucks?" Andie asked as she got to the door of her room.

"Those are boring," he muttered.

"Not if you make a big rally with lots of crashes and lights and all this sounds like boom boom boom!" She yelled as she swung him in the air.

"Yeah! Will you play with me?"

"Sure."

"ANDIE!" Her papa's voice drifted up the stairs.

"What are you doing? Listening at the foot of the stairs?" She yelled back.

"I know all and hear all of what goes on in my house!"

Andie flashed Jared a sympathetic smile. "Sorry. Next time."

"Okay. Bye Andie!" He yelled as he turned and ran into his room down the hall. The wooden sign on the door marked Jared's room banged loudly against the door.

Andie open the door to her own room and walked over to her desk. She sat herself down in her blue rollie computer chair. She pulled a heavy math book from the pile of books that sat on her desk. She flipped it open and stared down at the page. Y= 7x+9(6-3y-8x)
Find y. "Oh, man!" She muttered. She hated math. She did fine in it, but she hated it just the same.

She sat back in her chair. "Its not fair!" She whispered. She looked up at a shelf above her desk. She pulled down a silver picture frame from it. She ran her hand over the photo. In it sat a boy and a girl, both sixteen, in a park around autumn. The boy smiled at the camera with a huge dopey grin plastered on his face and cerulean blue eyes sparkling. They were eyes identical to her own. He had his arms wrapped around a brunette girl who sat in his lap. She had her arms wrapped around the boy's neck as she smiled at the camera. These two people were the reason her papa was so overprotective. They were her parents.

You see her family was actually kind of complicated. The people she lived with were not her mother and father. They were her aunt and uncle. Her papa, Matt was her father's brother. Her parents had died when she was a baby, too long ago for her to even remember. Hikari and Takeru Takaishi. Her real mom and dad. It felt were thinking that. Mom and dad. She had never used those words directed at anyone. All her life she had called Matt and Sora Papa and Mama. She had always known who they were to her, but that never mattered.

She sighed. Uncle Matt, that sounded even stranger than Mom and Dad. She had never called Matt anything, but papa. Never daddy, never Matt, just papa. Anyway, Matt and Sora had never hidden anything from her. They never kept secret that she wasn't actually their little girl or hidden who her parents were. In fact when she was younger every night they would sit up with her and tell her stories about them. Most of the stories were about angels and monsters both good and bad. But unfortunately she grew up and the stories stopped. She had to stop believing in stories.

Angels, there was no such thing.
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Sorry its so short. I ran out of ideas here. In the next part of have more of Matt's and Sora's thoughts. And forgive me for lack of Jap names, I'm an American so I'm gonna use American names. And to Jay, did you read Kari's Secret? This is the sequel. Please read that before you continue this beacuse eventually you'll be lost. Please R/R!