Angel With No Wings

Part 1

The light shone through the small window and covered the room in beams of gold, making every dark corner and crevice glow. Birds chirped right outside across the acres of land and trees. She rose from her bed and wiped the slumber from her eyes. Her hair was tangled and sloppy, looking like a lion's mane in the middle of a sandstorm. Angela squinted her eyes and stared out of her window across the rolling hills and vibrantly colored trees. She arose from her bed and pulled the small rope which led to a bell, signaling the maid she was awake and ready to be dressed.

The lady's maid unbraided and brushed out her long, golden blonde hair. Another maid came in and placed a beautiful yellow dress on the bed that dangled and danced with every action. There were no sequins, but the color sparkled in the light. The skirt almost looked like an intricate flower weaving and curving to add to the dress' delicate charm.

Angela had her tight corset laced to her body, squeezing her midsection. Every breath was short-lived and agonizing. Although, she was used to this feeling. Growing up in a family like hers meant feeling this restraint every day of her life since she was but 12 years old. She sighed as the dawn of realization came upon her. This was the week she had been dreading for a decade. She felt herself start to tear up. She closed her eyes and held them back, staying strong in the time when she felt most helpless.

"M'lady, are you alright?" A stunned Angela shot her eyes open and looked over at the young girl beside her. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to speak in your presence." Angela was, again, surprised by the woman's words.

"No, it's fine, I am not like my father or mother, you can speak to me about anything." The young woman let out a relieved breath.

"You seemed a little upset, are you feeling alright?" Angela gave her a gracious smile.
"I could be better, but I will make it through. Thank you very much. What is your name?" She gave Angela a warm smile and nearly started hopping up and down.

"I'm Hana, M'lady, Hana Song."
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The semi-spiral staircase led down into the main hall, the floors lined with a patterned gold and red carpet. A left passed the stairs would lead you to the front door, but straight ahead is the enormous library separated by two rooms. The walls completely disappeared behind the thousands of books. Taking a right of the beautifully carved staircase would take you to the main hall, decorated with polished furniture and bright lamps.

There were other doorways surrounding the room. One leading to the dining hall, another to the ballroom, a doorway to the drawing room, and a closed door leading into the servant's quarters. Down the stairs from the door is the kitchen, the pantree, and the servant's dining hall. Up the stairs led the servant's bedrooms. The men and women were separated by a door, the only people with a key was the head housekeeper and head butler, otherwise known as Ms. Amari and Mr. Morrison.

Angela slowly walked down the stairs, taking every step with caution. She gently dragged her hand down the long wooden railing, her dress stirring with every movement. A young woman, Ms. Amari's daughter, was in awe at the beautiful lady striding down the steps. She was so intrigued she dropped the duster in her hand. A glow of red rose in her cheeks as dust flew up and caused her to cough vigorously. She rushed over to the housekeeper's daughter.

"Are you alright?" The girl swatted a comforting Angela away and through coughs and chokes she managed enough words.

"I'm fine. Who knew a house dusted that frequently could still have enough dust to make someone cough like that?" She blushed along with a few laughs.

"I'm sorry, you must also be new. I haven't quite learned your name." She suddenly dropped her smile and straightened herself out. She looked professional and intimidating, but at the same time, terrified.

"Fareeha Amari, at your service."

Angela chuckled at the young girl's sudden formality. Fareeha dropped her stance and awkwardly laughed along. Angela calmed herself down as she stared back at her new friend.

"Nice to meet you Fareeha, I'm Angela." Fareeha's eyes widened.

"Wait, you're Angela? I am so sorry for bothering you M'lady."

Before Angela could stop her, she took a bow and rushed off. Angela sighed. When will people stop treating her like the queen of the world? She walked into the library and to the french doors in the back. The view outside like one from a movie. Green grass, old, crumbling brick homes, red and orange trees shedding their leaves that stood out like a mare in Winter, a beautiful blue sky with puffy white clouds that looked like streaks of a painting, and a path leading through the land for any day you need to clear your head.

She softly opened the french doors and breathed in the fresh air. The open world ahead of her made her feel free for the first time in her life. Of course, she would walk the path once every few days, but with this burden on her shoulders, she feels the chains around her have been adding links and she is unable to move away because they are too heavy. Being in her favorite place made her feel safe from the dangerous world behind her.

The young lady was far from home, coming up to a small creek. Suddenly, she heard a loud scream. Angela ran in the direction of the loud noise. She saw two people. One of the men with long dark hair with a strong bow and the other with short green hair, lying on the ground, he seemed to be hurt. Before jumping in, She listened from behind a big, sturdy tree.

"Please, don't do it brother. I-I'll change! I'll work for my title!" The dark haired one stopped, his bow drawn.

"We have given you many chances, Genji. Your life was a mistake. All you have done with the power we've given you was sneak out to the pub and pick up women. Father is very disappointed in you. You were supposed to train to be a part of his business. He told me to end you before you did something to give us away, and if I don't do it, he'll kill the both of us." He pulled his bow back and aimed for his chest. "I am the next heir, so I must do whatever I can to keep the family business going. I am sorry my brother. You were my friend, my most trusted ally even, but I do what I must." He shot the wounded man in his left shoulder. Another scream pierced the sky, and His body went limp.

The older man dropped his bow and fell to the ground. Angela was terrified of what might happen. She tried to move in closer, but she stepped on a small twig. The man snapped his head up at the sound. He looked around, picked up his bow, and ran away. This was Angela's chance to rush in and save the man.

When she reached him, she placed her ear on his heart. His eyes opened wide and he stared at her. He began to hyperventilate.

"Sir, I'm here to help you. You need to calm down." He began to breathe louder and almost started to scream. "Sir, what is your name?" He stared at her. Her eyes were a sparkling blue, and her hair framed her face like a beautiful painting. She was like an angel with no wings.

Genji Couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. At the moment, all he did was take in the pain. He couldn't believe it. His brother tried to kill him. His brother tried to kill him! Suddenly, he began to grip the soil in the ground. The person above him tried to calm him down, but he couldn't. He yelled through the air.

"HANZO, I WILL DESTROY YOU!" Everything around him began to grow darker, and the world quieter. All he wanted to do was go to sleep. And that is what he did, he closed his eyes and let the world around him fade.