The Angel with a Broken Wing
Chapter 1 - Introduction to Zell's Angel
You should have known by now who I am. But just in case it wasn't obvious enough, let me introduce myself formally. Or maybe this is just an excuse to linger on the introduction, for I am reluctant to tell this story. Why? You ask? You will rightly know when the time comes.
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I am Zell's Angel. I do not have a name to call my own while he is still under my protection.
First and foremost, I suppose I should describe a little to you what I look like. At least you can imagine someone speaking to you, rather than a whole page of impersonal words staring back at you.
Well, since I'm an Angel, naturally I have wings sprouting from my back. But not every Angel's wings are the same in colour, or in size, shape, and what have you. Mine are the colour of freshly fallen snow, something which gives pride to me in these days when rarely anything else does. The shape is a longish one, starting a few inches below my neck to the calves of my feet, sometimes brushing the ground when I'm careless. The wings of an Angel often reflect his/her spiritual state, so you know something's very wrong when they're broken, turn black, or the feathers start falling off.
Enough about the wings. Next, the hair. My hair has a rather unique shade, even in Angel Land. This was the place where I had grown up, and would return to after each of my missions end. You could see an assortment of hair colour here, ranging from white to black, to even purple. But blue was rare. Only one in a hundred Angels would get this shade ... and they say it's related to royalty. But it totally escapes me how I got this ... cos I sure as Hyne was not a Princess or whatever. Many loved touching my hair, saying that it's as smooth as silk and lovely as a sapphire the way it shines in the light. Even the Great Lord likes to stroke it every now and then, as if I'm a child. I wish they would keep their hands to themselves.
My eyes match the colour of my hair, an inheritance from my dad, I've heard from some elder. Like I really bother about whom I got it from? As long as they can see things, my pupils could be white for all I care. My parents ... one is dead and the other has run away. I don't really want to say which is which, cos it really isn't of paramount importance. But you can probably guess why my tone is always so insolent and impudent. It's everyone for him/herself these days.
I was assigned to Zell when he was at the very tender age of three, just after the First Sorceress' War. You know, the one where Adel tried to take over the World and ended when Laguna Loire and company trapped her in a seal. It was an agonisingly difficult time to choose a Master. Ah, a Master. That is what we call the one whom we protect. A Lady, then, if it was a girl. There were millions of children in pain ... and how would I know which I should attach myself to? Wondering around the era ... listening to their cries. It was emotionally draining enough.
And then ... my wings led me to Him. As if having judgement and life of their own, they carried my body towards this little boy with sunshine hair, adorable face, his sparkling eyes with such innocence in them. I can never get the colour of his eyes right, not because I was colour-blind; only that they seemed to change from emerald to azure as they reflect the light. I could go on and on but it would bore you out, and mere words couldn't do justice to him. My wings weren't too off in their choice though, for immediately I was drawn, so to speak, towards him like a moth to a flame. He was simply the cutest little boy I had ever seen. I know, that was definitely an extremely biased opinion, but hey, it's MY opinion. This isn't to say that I choose my Masters based on their degree of kawaii -ness, but I was just captivated beyond speech. From the tip of his pert little nose to that kiddie accent he spoke with ... sigh...
Maybe you would think of me as a cradle-snatcher. But consider this: I wasn't quite as ancient at that time compared to now (roughly the human equivalent of seven years old), and that I sure as hell wasn't blessed with the moral maturity that comes with the responsibility of being an angel. So what's stopping me from obsessing over my Master, just because he was more than a few years younger than me?
WHAT A DAMN STUPID EXCUSE IF I'VE EVER SEEN ONE! You're right, so just get on with the story.
Picking up from where I digressed ...as an Angel, it was my sworn duty to protect Zell from harm, from any bad influences or evil spirits that were lurking around and luring innocent souls into their path. I had to guide him in the way of the light. That was a rather life-draining job ...for Zell possessed a soul that was drenched with energy, hence that hyperactive side of him. And at the same time, he was filled with a delicate sensitivity, a side rarely seen by those who didn't know him well. His aura was one of fiery red colour, so beautiful that it was very hard to tear one's gaze away from it. He drew them bad guys like bees to honey. I had limitless opportunity to use many of my limit breaks to ward them off.
You could say that I'm like some kind of Guardian Force; a GF that cannot be summoned, just like Odin. Only I do not appear in front of humans, and I do not really help him in the battle. You see my job was just to protect him, not interfere in his battles. Yep ...I generally just stay in the background, visible only to the spiritually enlightened, acutely sensitive people and of course ...the same kind as us. And it's hard that way, but those were the rules, so what could I have done?
But all this time I was protecting him ...I just felt that it wasn't enough! I could not shield him from bullies like a certain damnable Seifer. Oh, don't get me wrong. he's a great guy and all, despite some manipulation by Ultimecia. BUT I JUST HATE HIM AND HIS GUTS! The reason being that he always teases my Zell and called him "Cry Baby Zell" when they were kids (and later became Chicken-wuss, just because of his hairstyle! Sheesh! Can't that guy say anything else except for insults?). How I wanted to rush up and dry my Master's tears! And give him a great big hug! But I couldn't .... he had Matron to do that for him. "Mawtyn" he said ... awww isn't he cute?
Speaking of rules .. I always break them in little ways. The penalty for breaking them isn't too great. At most I would get some of my perks removed, like losing my voice .. or no meals for a week. Like that would matter much to me, if I could get to be closer to Zell? These, however doesn't include the major rules ... which I later broke anyway, with much regret. Alright .... enough of my rambling. Maybe you'll get to read the rest from my perspective, somebody else's, or even Zell's point of view, if you're lucky (The latter two being dependant on the author's mood).
Chapter 1 - Introduction to Zell's Angel
You should have known by now who I am. But just in case it wasn't obvious enough, let me introduce myself formally. Or maybe this is just an excuse to linger on the introduction, for I am reluctant to tell this story. Why? You ask? You will rightly know when the time comes.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I am Zell's Angel. I do not have a name to call my own while he is still under my protection.
First and foremost, I suppose I should describe a little to you what I look like. At least you can imagine someone speaking to you, rather than a whole page of impersonal words staring back at you.
Well, since I'm an Angel, naturally I have wings sprouting from my back. But not every Angel's wings are the same in colour, or in size, shape, and what have you. Mine are the colour of freshly fallen snow, something which gives pride to me in these days when rarely anything else does. The shape is a longish one, starting a few inches below my neck to the calves of my feet, sometimes brushing the ground when I'm careless. The wings of an Angel often reflect his/her spiritual state, so you know something's very wrong when they're broken, turn black, or the feathers start falling off.
Enough about the wings. Next, the hair. My hair has a rather unique shade, even in Angel Land. This was the place where I had grown up, and would return to after each of my missions end. You could see an assortment of hair colour here, ranging from white to black, to even purple. But blue was rare. Only one in a hundred Angels would get this shade ... and they say it's related to royalty. But it totally escapes me how I got this ... cos I sure as Hyne was not a Princess or whatever. Many loved touching my hair, saying that it's as smooth as silk and lovely as a sapphire the way it shines in the light. Even the Great Lord likes to stroke it every now and then, as if I'm a child. I wish they would keep their hands to themselves.
My eyes match the colour of my hair, an inheritance from my dad, I've heard from some elder. Like I really bother about whom I got it from? As long as they can see things, my pupils could be white for all I care. My parents ... one is dead and the other has run away. I don't really want to say which is which, cos it really isn't of paramount importance. But you can probably guess why my tone is always so insolent and impudent. It's everyone for him/herself these days.
I was assigned to Zell when he was at the very tender age of three, just after the First Sorceress' War. You know, the one where Adel tried to take over the World and ended when Laguna Loire and company trapped her in a seal. It was an agonisingly difficult time to choose a Master. Ah, a Master. That is what we call the one whom we protect. A Lady, then, if it was a girl. There were millions of children in pain ... and how would I know which I should attach myself to? Wondering around the era ... listening to their cries. It was emotionally draining enough.
And then ... my wings led me to Him. As if having judgement and life of their own, they carried my body towards this little boy with sunshine hair, adorable face, his sparkling eyes with such innocence in them. I can never get the colour of his eyes right, not because I was colour-blind; only that they seemed to change from emerald to azure as they reflect the light. I could go on and on but it would bore you out, and mere words couldn't do justice to him. My wings weren't too off in their choice though, for immediately I was drawn, so to speak, towards him like a moth to a flame. He was simply the cutest little boy I had ever seen. I know, that was definitely an extremely biased opinion, but hey, it's MY opinion. This isn't to say that I choose my Masters based on their degree of kawaii -ness, but I was just captivated beyond speech. From the tip of his pert little nose to that kiddie accent he spoke with ... sigh...
Maybe you would think of me as a cradle-snatcher. But consider this: I wasn't quite as ancient at that time compared to now (roughly the human equivalent of seven years old), and that I sure as hell wasn't blessed with the moral maturity that comes with the responsibility of being an angel. So what's stopping me from obsessing over my Master, just because he was more than a few years younger than me?
WHAT A DAMN STUPID EXCUSE IF I'VE EVER SEEN ONE! You're right, so just get on with the story.
Picking up from where I digressed ...as an Angel, it was my sworn duty to protect Zell from harm, from any bad influences or evil spirits that were lurking around and luring innocent souls into their path. I had to guide him in the way of the light. That was a rather life-draining job ...for Zell possessed a soul that was drenched with energy, hence that hyperactive side of him. And at the same time, he was filled with a delicate sensitivity, a side rarely seen by those who didn't know him well. His aura was one of fiery red colour, so beautiful that it was very hard to tear one's gaze away from it. He drew them bad guys like bees to honey. I had limitless opportunity to use many of my limit breaks to ward them off.
You could say that I'm like some kind of Guardian Force; a GF that cannot be summoned, just like Odin. Only I do not appear in front of humans, and I do not really help him in the battle. You see my job was just to protect him, not interfere in his battles. Yep ...I generally just stay in the background, visible only to the spiritually enlightened, acutely sensitive people and of course ...the same kind as us. And it's hard that way, but those were the rules, so what could I have done?
But all this time I was protecting him ...I just felt that it wasn't enough! I could not shield him from bullies like a certain damnable Seifer. Oh, don't get me wrong. he's a great guy and all, despite some manipulation by Ultimecia. BUT I JUST HATE HIM AND HIS GUTS! The reason being that he always teases my Zell and called him "Cry Baby Zell" when they were kids (and later became Chicken-wuss, just because of his hairstyle! Sheesh! Can't that guy say anything else except for insults?). How I wanted to rush up and dry my Master's tears! And give him a great big hug! But I couldn't .... he had Matron to do that for him. "Mawtyn" he said ... awww isn't he cute?
Speaking of rules .. I always break them in little ways. The penalty for breaking them isn't too great. At most I would get some of my perks removed, like losing my voice .. or no meals for a week. Like that would matter much to me, if I could get to be closer to Zell? These, however doesn't include the major rules ... which I later broke anyway, with much regret. Alright .... enough of my rambling. Maybe you'll get to read the rest from my perspective, somebody else's, or even Zell's point of view, if you're lucky (The latter two being dependant on the author's mood).