The birth of an angel Part 1
Amethyst eyes were trained on the orange tinted sky of dawn. He couldn't sleep. Every time his eyes closed, Emerald eyes haunted him. He could still see her home, that blue sphere hanging precariously in the sky. Every morning he woke up worried that the blue globe would disappear during the night. Standing on his balcony, he unconsciously reached up to touch the pink jewel that hung around his neck. It was cool to the touch and didn't admit that soft glow that it did when she was here.
He squeezed his eyes shut and his chest tightened as he tried to fight off the tears once again. A tear escaped down his right cheek, slowly making its way down his well - chiseled face until it dropped from his face onto the pink stone. At the small disturbance, the pendant glowed a soft pink, but the pair of amethyst was closed seeing a soft emerald green that existed only in his mind's eye.
He was Van Fanel, a king of Fanelia.
His city has been rebuilt and his world existed in a state of permanent peace. But he was still haunted by a girl with sandy blond hair and emerald eyes.
He was no longer the scrawny boy he was 5 years ago. At 19, he was tall and well-built, but he still retained his unruly black hair that insisted on falling in his face. His eyes were still a reddish amethyst that glowed with longing for a girl that he could see only in his memories.
King Van, dressed in the royal colors of Fanalia, slowly turned away from the morning sky and walked towards the great hall. It was his birthday today. He was turning 20. This was the day he would start his quest, the quest to find his queen....
All of a sudden, there was a loud screech and a ball of fur plummeted into him from behind. He winced as his face hit the floor.
"Uncle Van! Uncle Van!" came from a small girl with cat ears and pink fur who was at this moment waging her tail and licking his face. She lifted her head and gave a hearty "GOOD MORNING!!!!"
Trying to sound stern he scolded, "Hitomi! What did I tell you about tackling people in the morning?!?"
"Sorry Uncle Van" was the quick reply as the pink ball of fuzz went scurrying off the greet one of the advisors walking by.
A small smile made its way across his face when the man sputtered as he was tackled to the floor of the banquet hall by a little cat-girl.
Amethyst eyes were trained on the orange tinted sky of dawn. He couldn't sleep. Every time his eyes closed, Emerald eyes haunted him. He could still see her home, that blue sphere hanging precariously in the sky. Every morning he woke up worried that the blue globe would disappear during the night. Standing on his balcony, he unconsciously reached up to touch the pink jewel that hung around his neck. It was cool to the touch and didn't admit that soft glow that it did when she was here.
He squeezed his eyes shut and his chest tightened as he tried to fight off the tears once again. A tear escaped down his right cheek, slowly making its way down his well - chiseled face until it dropped from his face onto the pink stone. At the small disturbance, the pendant glowed a soft pink, but the pair of amethyst was closed seeing a soft emerald green that existed only in his mind's eye.
He was Van Fanel, a king of Fanelia.
His city has been rebuilt and his world existed in a state of permanent peace. But he was still haunted by a girl with sandy blond hair and emerald eyes.
He was no longer the scrawny boy he was 5 years ago. At 19, he was tall and well-built, but he still retained his unruly black hair that insisted on falling in his face. His eyes were still a reddish amethyst that glowed with longing for a girl that he could see only in his memories.
King Van, dressed in the royal colors of Fanalia, slowly turned away from the morning sky and walked towards the great hall. It was his birthday today. He was turning 20. This was the day he would start his quest, the quest to find his queen....
All of a sudden, there was a loud screech and a ball of fur plummeted into him from behind. He winced as his face hit the floor.
"Uncle Van! Uncle Van!" came from a small girl with cat ears and pink fur who was at this moment waging her tail and licking his face. She lifted her head and gave a hearty "GOOD MORNING!!!!"
Trying to sound stern he scolded, "Hitomi! What did I tell you about tackling people in the morning?!?"
"Sorry Uncle Van" was the quick reply as the pink ball of fuzz went scurrying off the greet one of the advisors walking by.
A small smile made its way across his face when the man sputtered as he was tackled to the floor of the banquet hall by a little cat-girl.
