~Author's Note~

From the way I describe the angels, in a way, relates to the grace and beauty of elves from J.R.R. Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings.

If you want to know what the characters look like, just picture them as they appear in the Harry Potter movies. I haven't quite decided who Fiore looks like yet. Maybe Alyssa Milano, Jennifer Garner, or Neve Campbell? I don't know! For Nicodemius, I had a younger Leonardo DiCaprio in mind. But, then again, maybe not.

Disclaimer: All ownership rights go to J.K. Rowling of Harry Potter. The angels in this chapter are modeled after the ones from the movie, City Of Angels. (I recommend you see that movie.)
DARK ANGEL

Chapter One

Fallen Angel
As summer slowly faded over the wizarding world in Europe, autumn was welcomed by the fallen leaves of gold and crimson decorating the earth. Across the wide, wild blue ocean, in another land, summer was arising.

The sun high in the sky, shown down upon the soft sand of a beach. Many figures of women and men clad in black suits, are gathered about the place. All of them facing the ocean, with head raised slightly, and eyes closed. The whole scene looked so peaceful, with the added gentle, warm L.A. breeze passing by the city of angels.

Out of all the angels gathered there, one stood out in particular. This angel stood upon a high rock on the water's edge. The young maiden stood tall with delicate features and smooth skin. Her face is fair, relaxed, as her long, silky chestnut hair flowed in the wind. All of them there admired her beauty and youth. While the other angels had died in their mid-life.

She could feel strands of hair tickling her face, as she listened to the gentle hum of the ocean and the skies above. Gosh, this was the best part of being an angel. Actually, make that second best. Healing the sick and helping the needed, was her first love.

At the hospitals, the angels would go to heal whatever ailed the sick. Help bring fading souls to the afterlife. Just to see peoples' face light up with joy or comfort, is fulfilling enough. What more could she ask for?

The youth opened her eyes, lowering herself to run her fingers through the warm, salty waters. Suddenly, the wind changed directions, blowing her long mane over her face. Immediately standing up right, she looked about. Something was wrong here, she didn't know what exactly, she just knew. The others had sensed it too, whispering amongst themselves and the elders.

Out of nowhere, fallow voices chanting filled the air over the ocean's hum. Perturbed, the maiden on the rock asked, "Can you hear that.chanting?" to the other angel standing by her side.

"Hear what?" answered the elder beside her. "All I can hear is the hum of the sea calling to the heavens."

She turned towards the figure clad in white in disbelief. The angel took a breath to ask her other question, but she was cut short of that exhale. Noticing that only the crashing of the waves could be heard, she looked out to it. The youth took a few moments listening for its melodic hum, when none came, she turned back to the elder.

To her horrified gasp, he was gone. Looking frantically about, so were the other angels. The beach looked empty except for her. Where did they all go?

"What is wrong my child?" the man asked her. But, sadly, the youth, now, could not see nor hear his kind voice. "Is something the matter?" He tried again, still no answer from her.

The sight of this confusion between two angels sparked an interest in the others to watch them. While the ones clad in black wrinkled their brows in concern, the elders' faces were stricken with concern. The appearance of the maiden looked somehow.different. As if the golden radiance on her skin had vanished.

"What's happening to me?" she whispered in dismay. Her heart began to beat madly as a ribbon of glittery, blue and white light began to slither and bind its way about her body. As the light became more intense, it made her feel more light-headed.

Her fellow angels ran over to help her, but the elders held them back. Fear and anxiety filled their fair faces, as they could only watch the sickening sight of an angel falling to the ground. The light had continued to constrict around her body like a snake with its prey. But, she was not grimacing in pain for her mind had already darkened to unconsciousness. (At least, it appeared so to all of them.)

As her body fell to meet the ground, the angel's body became blue like the light that surrounded her. "No!" yelled a voice, cracking the silence. A young man with dark blonde hair and blue eyes rushed forward. His black cloak and long bangs swished about as he came to an abrupt stop before the light. Sadly for him, it was too late. The glittery blue had flown upwards to the skies. It quickly disappeared into the clouds to never be seen again.

The angel slowly crumpled to his knees in vain and dismay of loss. He hung his head, wishing that he knew where that spirit was going to now. With the crunching of sand, a warm, reassuring hand came to rest on his shoulder. He looked up into the eyes of a comforting elder. "Life has something else intended for her, Nicodemius. Since she had died early in life, the tasks that were asked of her are not done." The elder paused to look up at the sky with Nicodemius. "Where she is to go, I hope she'll be happy and may God be with her."
Fiore could feel a draft on her face, curious, she opens her eyes to find it all dark about her. She looked about, still nothing. 'I can tell I'm moving.Hey! I can think! But, to where am I going to?' she wondered. Then, it dawned on her of the home that had been left behind. Her heart filled with grief, 'I didn't even get a chance to say good-bye to Nick.'

Suddenly, Fiore could feel the draft softening around her. Now, she was being slowly lowered downwards. 'What now? Was this all a crazy dream? Am I going back? Please tell me that I'm going home!' As she descended further into the dark abyss, it became harder for her to think straight.

All of a sudden, Fiore felt her body slip through a thick, wet-like mist. Her eyes glazed over as the sweet memories of her life as an angel got wiped away. It was as if the fog had absorbed them like a sponge.

Her mind blank, the glowing spirit appeared in a dimly lit chamber. The floor was made of dirt, with a fancy wooden coffin in the center of the room. The cloud of light hovered above it. Out of the blue, a gentle breeze blew, twirling up the flower pedals and leaves. Spiraling about the spirit, the angel's soul lowered to it's last resting place.

Once the sphere of energy fazed through the surface of the lid, it streatched out to form a blanket over the body inside. As soon as this sheet made contact with the body of the dead, the breeze of flora died down. There came a brilliant flash of light from within the coffin, filling the whole room. The healing plants reformed her flesh, bones, and the rest of the body. Fiore's soul melted and dispersed into her after it found her heart.

The body convulsed a few times, bringing the mind back into the living. The newly revived opened her mouth to gasp, taking her first intake of fresh air. Not ready to open her eyes, decided to stretch her arms out, as if waking from a deep sleep. Her hands touched a cool, smooth surface to the side, not allowing her to stretch out further. The cold prompted her to open her eyes to see what was the matter.

Yet again, Fiore found herself surrounded by shadows. Realizing she was lying down on something soft, and felt clostrophobic from the close proximity of the walls. Beginning to panic, lifted her arms up and began to bang on the lid of her entrapment. Making her hands into fists, punched the lid, allowing her to see a sliver of light for a few seconds. Lowering her hands, then carefully lifted with all her might to make the lid move aside. With a final push, the lid of the coffin toppled to the side. Allowing the fire's light to meet her eyes, blinding her for a time.
~TO BE CONTINUED.~
Chapter One and Two were originally one long chapter. But, since the documents have a limited size, I had to cut this short in a way. Is the name Nicodemius okay? When I was writing this, I didn't know what name I should use. Remembering a character's name from "Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH" that sounded cool, used it and knowing it sounded horrid for the moment. You'll get to know more about him later in the story, but that's where I draw the line for spoilers. Alright, chapter two should be coming soon! See y'all later!