A/N: I thank all of you for your comments.
ColonelGruber: thank you. I hope you continue to fell this way. Met is my fav char.
SilverDream:I will write more. I promise.
Sabz or Sabrina: I am glad you like my story.
Queen Rickmaniac Wil: * hands a tissue over *
I don't know if this chap will be more or less fluffy than the last. But we'll just see. &&&&&&&&&&&&%%%%%%&&&&&&&&&&&%%%%%%%%%%%&&&&&&&&&
His irritation toward god had subsided and all that was left was a fondness for this child who played so beautifully. What a horrible thing to steal from a child. Children were precious and necessary for life. What greater thing can you have that the love of a child. In his opinion nothing.
The silence broke his reverie, and she looked up at him content. "Why have you stopped playing? It was so lovely."
"I was just thinking" he said reminiscently.
Her eyes locked on his and he peered into the soul of this child. Eyes were the windows to the soul they say but there is more than that. There is the chance to see something beautiful, intelligent, lovely, but there is also the chance to see hatred, betrayal, and distrust.
He saw in her eyes beauty and a thriving will to live a life full of love and caring. Such a child should never be harmed. Yes she was harmed. Her soul was hurt and through that hurt came that desire to fulfill life; to make it better for others, and embrace all the cares of the world and lay them on her thin shoulders.
"Why do you doubt your self child? You play so beautifully, and yet I see a scar upon you. That is what makes you feel so insignificant isn't it." Her eyes went from full of life to full of wonder. How could he know such a thing? " I know why you look at me like that. But it is not important; I want to know why you doubt your self so much. Why you hide your talents." She averted his eyes then. She knew it was true, but she herself didn't want to come to the fact that it was. She hid her talents. She loved the trumpet but it was her own insecurities that led her to hide her beautiful gift.
"Yes, I do love the trumpet. I love the way it sounds when it's played with such care, but." she lifted her head in a gesture that made it look like she was going to look him into the eye again. " I don't know why I can't just play out loud for any one, but I do know. I know it sounds strange but it's the truth. Every day I practiced and practiced and I saw my self getting better and better, but I don't know I guess other people didn't see it for what I saw it." Such words from a child. Gabriel thought. "And what do you see it as."
Now she looked up at him. " Its beautiful. It feels people with comforting images. Feelings that will get them through a long and hard day. I was hurt because I was talented. I was better than some one and when I faltered it was thrown in my face." This was no child this was a girl who had seen too much of the terrors in her world and had been changed for the worse.
" No one should be hurt in such a way. I can understand how you feel." What was it that he had said just know. It had to be true hadn't it? He couldn't tell a lie, so there had been something in his life that had hurt him. we forget he told himself inwardly.
There was nothing in the world that tore him up more than to look into someone's eyes and see such things it hurt him to see that someone was capable of such things. Being an angel he didn't understand the true meaning of hate. There wasn't any in him.
It's true what they say about little miracles. And she was one of them. She held people up when they were down and lifted their spirits to something greater to them selves.
"You will be a wise person some day. You will help people and you will play your trumpet to the best of your abilities." He looked at her sternly. " Do you hear me child. You were sent to be something more than what you are. There will be obstacles, but you must overcome them." She saw determination in his voice almost as if he were making a vow. She listened intently and took in every word that he said. " You will not be alone." His voice grew softer. " I will be there. You may not be able to see me physically but I will be there for you, because I am confident in you. Whenever you need strength you call on me and I will be there. In your dreams in waking, when you pray." His arms came around her and he felt a silent shake fill her.
Yes, she will be a great woman if other powers don't get to her first. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
A/N:I tried to give it some fluff. So come on if you read it give me feed back.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the little girl. I realize that I haven't given her a name but that will come out later.
ColonelGruber: thank you. I hope you continue to fell this way. Met is my fav char.
SilverDream:I will write more. I promise.
Sabz or Sabrina: I am glad you like my story.
Queen Rickmaniac Wil: * hands a tissue over *
I don't know if this chap will be more or less fluffy than the last. But we'll just see. &&&&&&&&&&&&%%%%%%&&&&&&&&&&&%%%%%%%%%%%&&&&&&&&&
His irritation toward god had subsided and all that was left was a fondness for this child who played so beautifully. What a horrible thing to steal from a child. Children were precious and necessary for life. What greater thing can you have that the love of a child. In his opinion nothing.
The silence broke his reverie, and she looked up at him content. "Why have you stopped playing? It was so lovely."
"I was just thinking" he said reminiscently.
Her eyes locked on his and he peered into the soul of this child. Eyes were the windows to the soul they say but there is more than that. There is the chance to see something beautiful, intelligent, lovely, but there is also the chance to see hatred, betrayal, and distrust.
He saw in her eyes beauty and a thriving will to live a life full of love and caring. Such a child should never be harmed. Yes she was harmed. Her soul was hurt and through that hurt came that desire to fulfill life; to make it better for others, and embrace all the cares of the world and lay them on her thin shoulders.
"Why do you doubt your self child? You play so beautifully, and yet I see a scar upon you. That is what makes you feel so insignificant isn't it." Her eyes went from full of life to full of wonder. How could he know such a thing? " I know why you look at me like that. But it is not important; I want to know why you doubt your self so much. Why you hide your talents." She averted his eyes then. She knew it was true, but she herself didn't want to come to the fact that it was. She hid her talents. She loved the trumpet but it was her own insecurities that led her to hide her beautiful gift.
"Yes, I do love the trumpet. I love the way it sounds when it's played with such care, but." she lifted her head in a gesture that made it look like she was going to look him into the eye again. " I don't know why I can't just play out loud for any one, but I do know. I know it sounds strange but it's the truth. Every day I practiced and practiced and I saw my self getting better and better, but I don't know I guess other people didn't see it for what I saw it." Such words from a child. Gabriel thought. "And what do you see it as."
Now she looked up at him. " Its beautiful. It feels people with comforting images. Feelings that will get them through a long and hard day. I was hurt because I was talented. I was better than some one and when I faltered it was thrown in my face." This was no child this was a girl who had seen too much of the terrors in her world and had been changed for the worse.
" No one should be hurt in such a way. I can understand how you feel." What was it that he had said just know. It had to be true hadn't it? He couldn't tell a lie, so there had been something in his life that had hurt him. we forget he told himself inwardly.
There was nothing in the world that tore him up more than to look into someone's eyes and see such things it hurt him to see that someone was capable of such things. Being an angel he didn't understand the true meaning of hate. There wasn't any in him.
It's true what they say about little miracles. And she was one of them. She held people up when they were down and lifted their spirits to something greater to them selves.
"You will be a wise person some day. You will help people and you will play your trumpet to the best of your abilities." He looked at her sternly. " Do you hear me child. You were sent to be something more than what you are. There will be obstacles, but you must overcome them." She saw determination in his voice almost as if he were making a vow. She listened intently and took in every word that he said. " You will not be alone." His voice grew softer. " I will be there. You may not be able to see me physically but I will be there for you, because I am confident in you. Whenever you need strength you call on me and I will be there. In your dreams in waking, when you pray." His arms came around her and he felt a silent shake fill her.
Yes, she will be a great woman if other powers don't get to her first. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
A/N:I tried to give it some fluff. So come on if you read it give me feed back.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the little girl. I realize that I haven't given her a name but that will come out later.