Author's note- ~ = dream or memory OK now on with the show

Author's note- ~ = dream or memory OK now on with the show!

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On her bed was a bouquet of long-stemmed white roses. She walked over to them and read the card.

'Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman. Look out your balcony'

Angela walked out on the balcony and looked down. Van was standing right below her, holding a lavender balloon.

"Catch," he said and let go of it. Angela caught it easily and examined the balloon. There was something attached to the string. It was a beautiful pendant shaped like a dragon, the crest of Fanalia. It looked as if it was made of pure silver- all except for the eye, which was a dark red. 'A garnet' she thought.

She looked down to see if Van had an explanation for the lovely token, but he was gone.

"Now where did he go?" She wondered aloud.

"I'm up here." She looked up and saw him flying above her. "Let's go for a fly." He said and motioned for her to come with him.

"You know very well I don't use my wings," she said just loud enough for him to hear.

"It's late, no one will see you. And even if someone does see us, you can just put them away and I'll carry you. Come on, just this once." Angela seemed defeated. Surely just one fly wouldn't upset her mother's soul.

"Oh, all right, just this once, and only because of this gift you have to explain."

"Well, hurry up, I can't fly up here forever."

"I'm not even sure I know how to anymore."

"Then I'll remind you. Just concentrate and they should just come out. Try it."

Angela closed her eyes and thought deeply about the task at hand. At first there was nothing; then she felt a sharp pain, and finally, her wings exploded from her back in a whirlwind of feathers.

"There now, doesn't that feel good?" Van said reassuringly.

She nodded, took off into the sky and flew past Van, laughing all the way.

"Wait for me." Van called and chased after her. They continued this aerial game of tag all around the castle grounds as well as the sleeping village beyond. The pair explored the use of their wings fully, mostly by peeking into the windows of the sleeping subjects and laughing at the surprised faces of some of the children they awoke while doing so. Finally, both came to a rest at Angela's balcony and talked about their findings.

"Did you see the look on that little girl's face when we looked in her window on the 2nd floor?" Van asked, practically howling with laughter.

"Yes, it was priceless." Angela replied, also in disbelief of what they had just done.

"We have to do this more often." Van said.

"You know I can't, Van. Why do you torture me so?" Angela stated, bringing a serious air to the conversation.

Van sighed. "You're right, Angela. I won't push anymore, but you have to admit, it was fun."

"Yes it was, but I made a promise. And you know I won't brake it." Angela smiled, "Now, you still have to tell me why you gave me this. It looks like a royal crest, and princes are only able to give this to the person they are to marry, and my father forbids it. Am I right?"

"You've got me there," he said holding up his hands in defeat "But, seriously, I love you, and I will marry you one day, no matter what your father says." Angela cringed.

'How much had father told him. Obviously, he doesn't know about the arrangement or he wouldn't have said that. Should I tell him? No, I can't. It would break his heart, and I couldn't bear to watch that. It would be like losing his parents all over again, and I know what that's like.'

"Um sure, I guess, one day. Hell, maybe my father might consent after enough time has passed"

"Do you really think so?" Van asked gingerly, then brightened after Angela nodded. "Well then," he said picking up the necklace from the bench where she had placed it before their flight, "will you wear this until the day we are married?"

"Alright," she said, and lifted up her long blond hair so he could hook it on her.

As he pulled back, Van looked deeply into her eyes and it was as if they had made a decision. It was time to seal their love forever.

Van slowly leaned forward and kissed her firmly on the lips. She kissed back and they both got up and walked into the bedroom.

(Sorry, I'm not a lemon writer, but I bet you can guess what happened next.)

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~ Angela was walking through the gardens, but something was wrong. The air was a thick black and she couldn't breathe, but she continued to walk towards the center, until she saw it, the familiar, orange glow that frightened her and haunted her dreams. She kept walking towards the center, even though she wanted to run away. As she got closer, she could make out people standing around something. That was where the flames were coming from. Once she got within 10 feet of the glowing mass, two things frightened her. She could finally see what was at the center of the fire. It was a woman. She was bound to a cross, but that wasn't what frightened her the most. This woman, whom everyone was staring at, had wings like hers, and they were nailed to the cross. By that time Angela tried her best to run away screaming, but something was stopping her, so she stopped running and stood there, but when she looked back, the people were surrounding her. They were all pointing at her and screaming. Draconian whore, destroyer of Atlantis, bitch of evil. Suddenly, when she thought she could take no more, they stopped. Angela looked up, unsure of what was going to happen next. Suddenly, all of the people burst into flames. Angela screamed, but her screams were drowned out by the sound of the accusations, which had come back louder than before. Finally, the flames began closing in on her and then there was black. ~