Witch Angel: The Beginning
Kalika Higurashi
Hi everyone! Just working on fanfiction here. I don't really have much to say. So get to reading! ^_^;;
When the world was young, it was engulfed in darkness. The skies were as red as fresh blood. The clouds were as black as the darkest night, and did not send a drop of rain to the thirsty ground. The ground was dust, bones were scattered, some partially buried, and others laid on the ground, pearly white. The skulls grinned sickeningly. Vultures could be seen flying throught the air, and constantly feeding on rotting carcasses. The trees were just burnt sticks put together clumsily. No greenery, no color, besides red, black, and brown, could be seen anywhere. Men had become obsessed with greed. Power warped their minds and made them fight each other. Death always seem to be lingering in the air.
The seven gods watched in horror as their creations killed each other. It went on for many years. Finally, the good had had enough. They came together and decided to create an ange. No ordinary angel, they agreed. She would be given special powers because of those who had learned to harness evil's magic.
The seven gods positioned themselves into a large circle, their palms facing the center of the circle. White light lurched forth from their hands and converged in the center. The light was only a ball at first, then it slowly took the form of a woman with wings. The light faded and it became possible to see what she really looked like. Her long blonde hair, like molten gold, flowed down her back. When she opened her eyes, two sapphires seemed to look right through the gods, and see past, present, and future. Three pale blue triangles were noticeable against her pale skin, one on the forehead and one on each of her cheeks. The wings felt like silk and were as white as fresh snow at dawn. The silver silk shift she wore sparkled.
The young woman looked down at herself, then at the gods as they walked to form a line in front of her. She knelt awkwardly, and in a voice that sounded like bells chiming, asked, "How may I serve thee, my creators?" The leader of the seven gods came forwrd, "Dearest Witch Angel, thou have been created to guide thy kindred back from the path of darkness that they hath foolishly chosen." Witch Angel bowed even lower, "If that is thy wish, then it shall be done."
The leader nodded, "Rise, Witch Angel, and take this weapon we have prepared for thee." Witch Angel rose and took the staff the leaser offere, "I thank thee, my lord."
Witch Angel left the temple of the gods, and them with hope. She flew around the world, and the people that were once enemies became friends. The killings slowed as the people turned around and headed down the path of silver light. When the sorcerers who refused to relinquish their beliefs and their powers, came up against Witch Angel, she had no choice but to send them further down the path they chose, to the point of no return.
The skies lost their crimson color and took on the pale blue color of the markings on her face. The clouds changed direction, from black to the whiteness of her wings. With the gods that had created her, she brought forth plants and animals that had been destroyed by men's greed. From her hands, she poured forth colors that had never been seen on the world before. Green, blue, violet, and all the colors of the rainbow were cherished by the people.
Children were born, and the elders were able to experience death not caused by a sword. The years passed by and still Witch Angel was famous among the people. Witch Angel watched as men and women grew from children, and she guided them, if she thought that they would explore the path of darkness.
One day, she was called back to the temple by the gods. When she returned, she knelt before them, "I have done as you wished, my lords. What hast thou need of me in such urgency?"
The leader smiled, pleased with the success that Witch Angel had accomplished, "Dearest Witch Angel, thou hast pleased me much by the work that thou hast accomplished. However, this is not the end. Those that you have sent to the endless abyss will rise again, and try to take the world back into their own evel arms. The people here cherish us and we are grateful, but their loyalty will be tested. Tell our followers and our creations that when you appears once more in the eyes of their descendants, they will not have long before the black-hearted men come rushing forth to kill."
"As I have completed other tasks for my creators, I will also complete this one as well."
"Go Witch Angel, and once you have accomplished this task, return to the temple."
"As you wish, my lord." Witch Angel bowed once more and left the temple. She told the people of the god's message, and they believed. They wrote it down and continuously told of the message. When it was done, she returned to the temple, and knelt before the gods.
"Thou hast done well, Witch Angel. You have earned your rest. We will place you in a deep slumber and in a crystal. When the time has come, we will release you."
"I thank thee."
The gods formed a crystal in which Witch Angel slept. Centuries passed, and the people waited anxiously for the return of Witch Angel.
Okay, I'm like having a really hard time trying to get some line breaks. I'm new at this kind of thing, so please help me.
Well R&R. And see ya later!!!
Kalika Higurashi
Hi everyone! Just working on fanfiction here. I don't really have much to say. So get to reading! ^_^;;
When the world was young, it was engulfed in darkness. The skies were as red as fresh blood. The clouds were as black as the darkest night, and did not send a drop of rain to the thirsty ground. The ground was dust, bones were scattered, some partially buried, and others laid on the ground, pearly white. The skulls grinned sickeningly. Vultures could be seen flying throught the air, and constantly feeding on rotting carcasses. The trees were just burnt sticks put together clumsily. No greenery, no color, besides red, black, and brown, could be seen anywhere. Men had become obsessed with greed. Power warped their minds and made them fight each other. Death always seem to be lingering in the air.
The seven gods watched in horror as their creations killed each other. It went on for many years. Finally, the good had had enough. They came together and decided to create an ange. No ordinary angel, they agreed. She would be given special powers because of those who had learned to harness evil's magic.
The seven gods positioned themselves into a large circle, their palms facing the center of the circle. White light lurched forth from their hands and converged in the center. The light was only a ball at first, then it slowly took the form of a woman with wings. The light faded and it became possible to see what she really looked like. Her long blonde hair, like molten gold, flowed down her back. When she opened her eyes, two sapphires seemed to look right through the gods, and see past, present, and future. Three pale blue triangles were noticeable against her pale skin, one on the forehead and one on each of her cheeks. The wings felt like silk and were as white as fresh snow at dawn. The silver silk shift she wore sparkled.
The young woman looked down at herself, then at the gods as they walked to form a line in front of her. She knelt awkwardly, and in a voice that sounded like bells chiming, asked, "How may I serve thee, my creators?" The leader of the seven gods came forwrd, "Dearest Witch Angel, thou have been created to guide thy kindred back from the path of darkness that they hath foolishly chosen." Witch Angel bowed even lower, "If that is thy wish, then it shall be done."
The leader nodded, "Rise, Witch Angel, and take this weapon we have prepared for thee." Witch Angel rose and took the staff the leaser offere, "I thank thee, my lord."
Witch Angel left the temple of the gods, and them with hope. She flew around the world, and the people that were once enemies became friends. The killings slowed as the people turned around and headed down the path of silver light. When the sorcerers who refused to relinquish their beliefs and their powers, came up against Witch Angel, she had no choice but to send them further down the path they chose, to the point of no return.
The skies lost their crimson color and took on the pale blue color of the markings on her face. The clouds changed direction, from black to the whiteness of her wings. With the gods that had created her, she brought forth plants and animals that had been destroyed by men's greed. From her hands, she poured forth colors that had never been seen on the world before. Green, blue, violet, and all the colors of the rainbow were cherished by the people.
Children were born, and the elders were able to experience death not caused by a sword. The years passed by and still Witch Angel was famous among the people. Witch Angel watched as men and women grew from children, and she guided them, if she thought that they would explore the path of darkness.
One day, she was called back to the temple by the gods. When she returned, she knelt before them, "I have done as you wished, my lords. What hast thou need of me in such urgency?"
The leader smiled, pleased with the success that Witch Angel had accomplished, "Dearest Witch Angel, thou hast pleased me much by the work that thou hast accomplished. However, this is not the end. Those that you have sent to the endless abyss will rise again, and try to take the world back into their own evel arms. The people here cherish us and we are grateful, but their loyalty will be tested. Tell our followers and our creations that when you appears once more in the eyes of their descendants, they will not have long before the black-hearted men come rushing forth to kill."
"As I have completed other tasks for my creators, I will also complete this one as well."
"Go Witch Angel, and once you have accomplished this task, return to the temple."
"As you wish, my lord." Witch Angel bowed once more and left the temple. She told the people of the god's message, and they believed. They wrote it down and continuously told of the message. When it was done, she returned to the temple, and knelt before the gods.
"Thou hast done well, Witch Angel. You have earned your rest. We will place you in a deep slumber and in a crystal. When the time has come, we will release you."
"I thank thee."
The gods formed a crystal in which Witch Angel slept. Centuries passed, and the people waited anxiously for the return of Witch Angel.
Okay, I'm like having a really hard time trying to get some line breaks. I'm new at this kind of thing, so please help me.
Well R&R. And see ya later!!!