Her Silver Wings Chapter One
Hey everyone! It's ForeverDreamer12 again (well no duh, cuz I'm writing this) XD
Anyways, this is the first REAL chapter of Her Silver Wings. And here we go!
Oh, and before I forget:
I DO NOT OWN KID ICARUS BUT I OWN THE PLOT AND MY OCS!
Chapter One
[Skyworld]
(Isabelle's POV)
When I awaken, I'm lying in a comfortable bed with really soft covers. I'm in a room with golden curtains and a marble floor. There is no lamp that I can see, but the room still radiates light. The last thing I remember was an explosion and screams. No . . . I remember something else. There was . . . a boy. But he was . . . different. I look down at my arms where he touched me, and realize that my entire body is glowing white. I grab a mirror from the bedside table and gaze into it. I'm haunted by what I see. I seem . . . inhuman. Then it hits me. I died. So . . . NO! It can't be! But it's the only way. I'm . . . an angel.
The door suddenly opens to reveal a lady wearing an odd white toga and brown strap sandals. She has a white laurel crown on her head, and her hair is falling loose down her shoulders. She looks as if she's in her mid-twenties, but the white-ish glow proves she's probably much older.
"Who are you?" I snap. "And where the hell am I?" The lady flinches, but she still replies.
"My name is Jewel, and you are in Skyworld, also known as Angel Land. One of the first things you will learn is that we do not swear."
"Hell isn't a swear word," I groan, rolling over in the bed. Jewel flinches again.
"Palutena Almighty! Please stop using that word!" she cries. I wrinkle my nose.
"Palutena?" I say with distaste.
"DO NOT EVER SPEAK MY LADY'S NAME IN SUCH DISPLEASURE!" Jewel suddenly screams.
"Okay, sheesh," I say. "What's your problem?" Jewel's face turns red.
"Such ungratefulness! We save you, make you one of us, AN HONOR THAT ONE IN SEVEN BILLION HUMANS ARE GRANTED, and you aren't even the slightest bit THANKFUL?" She begins to pant, out of breath.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU 'SAVED ME'?" I roar. "IF YOU'D SAVED ME I'D BE IN NEW YORK RIGHT NOW, NOT IN HEAVEN!" An awkward silence fell over the room. A tear drips down Jewel's cheek.
"I know exactly how you feel . . ." she whispers. "When I died, it was on my honeymoon with my dear, sweet, Richard. The boat tipped over, I saved his life by pulling him to shore, but I was too weak to make it to the beach myself. I drowned. I was chosen to be an angel because I started a charity for the disabled and I saved my husband's life over mine." This leaves me speechless. "I never saw him again. He remarried, and died rich and wealthy. But I know he never forgot me because he kept my charity going."
"This may be touchy, but didn't you get to see him after he died?" I ask.
"No," she whispered. "Everyone who dies and isn't selected is memory-wiped and reborn as a completely different person, and the world keeps turning like nothing happened."
"Well . . . um . . . that's . . ." I have no idea what to say.
"Now!" interrupts Jewel, obviously wanting to get off the subject. "If you're feeling well enough we'll need to take you to my boss to make sure that you're all set to go!"
"Other than being dead I guess I'm fine," I reply.
"She's gonna be a tough one . . ." Jewel mutters to herself. "Come . . . Isabelle? That is your name, correct?"
"Yeah," I say, yawning.
"Well, Isabelle, we need to get you to the head of the housing management to get you somewhere to stay." I nod and climb out of the bed. I follow Jewel from the building. She opens the front door, and I gasp. The world outside is amazing. Everything is made of quartz, marble, gold, diamond, and everything else of the sort. We're basically standing on clouds. Jewel grins.
"Welcome, Isabelle Valentine Gardner, to Angel Land."