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|Stolen Wings (not permanent yet) (standard:fantasy, 7675 words)|
|Author: kissofthehungry||Added: Feb 02 2009||Views/Reads: 1755/1298||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Shauna comes to Earth to learn what mortality feels like so as an Angel of the High Order, she can better understand the human position. But Heaven's been lying and Mason's about to destroy everything she knows. If you guys can read this and let me know|
CHAPTER ONE FEELING EVIL Stripped of the wings that held her so high Mortal and suffering so that she may return Tears burning her cheeks, staining her skin, Pain beating her at every turn. The little angel knew only one thing Being human was intended to hurt. I stood in the middle of the desert, staring around me with only mild distaste. The desert, dry and full of cactus, held no appeal whatsoever to me compared to the beautiful world I was leaving behind. My mentor, Gwendyth, stood before me, her white wings spread out six feet on either side, glowing like beacons in the brown and green of the landscape. We were like an oasis of beauty in the bleak landscape but I was too focused on the mission at hand to even notice how different we were from our surroundings. “In order to ascend to the High Order, must I really do this?” I questioned, feeling almost fear. I wasn't a coward or I wouldn't be attempting to join the High Order but nonetheless, I couldn't help the shiver of dread that rolled all too humanly through my body. Becoming human wasn't something any of us looked forward to but it was a necessary inconvenience if we were to join the high ranks. Gwendyth nodded and replied, “Yes, in order to understand the plight of the humans, you must have once lived as one. You must spread goodwill and charity while living as a mortal. You must eat now and you can be hurt. After your period of one year, if you have lived a chaste life and helped others, you will be raised to the High Order. If you have done wrong, depending on how severe, you may be moved back down, even so far as to be removed from Heaven all together. Shauna, I don't believe that will be a problem for you but being human sometimes changes one's perspectives.” I gulped nervously; the thought of being removed from Heaven was far from a comforting thought. Heaven was all that I had ever known and it was beautiful, just the thought of that world made my heart feel a touch warmer and my wings fluttered a bit as if straining to fly back up. Gwendyth gestured to my smaller wings, “Those must go too.” I opened my mouth to protest, I had never been without wings, I couldn't imagine living without them. My wings were in essence what made me so radically different than the other souls who came to Heaven and I couldn't picture a day without their graceful contour fanning out behind me. But, this was not something I had been forced to do, I had volunteered for it and as such, it seemed silly to protest. Promptly, I closed my mouth and hung my head in both shame and defeat, I would learn to live without my wings. Gwendyth's magic surrounded her and then with a searing agony, my wings felt as if they were ripped from my shoulder blades. Having never felt pain before, the sudden shot of sheer pain dropped me to my knees and I slumped there, wheezing and sobbing softly. Fire seemed to lance from my back to every nerve in my body and I felt as if it were devouring my body from the inside out. I was so focused on this new and despicable feeling that I was hardly able to focus on Gwendyth speaking to me again. “I'm sorry my child, it is not a pleasant experience. This is only your first taste of the hard life you are going to endure. Remember, live a good life, help others and your place will be assured. Don't, and Heaven may slip fully from your grasp,” Gwendyth's voice faded and I opened my eyes to see that I was alone. I wasn't prepared to be human, I wanted my wings back and I wanted Gwendyth to be at my side to guide me. I was confident that I was making a huge mistake. “Don't leave me yet,” I groaned, rolling over onto my tender back and staring up at the bright blue sky, “I'm not sure that I really want to Click here to read the rest of this story (678 more lines)
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