Castaways: Origins

Chapter 4: Voluntary enclosure

Stealing, escaping, trespassing...

Mugshot after mugshot fluttered to the ground like a single feather, all displaying the same individual. Sometimes the brown roots of her hair would show through, but the person mostly had green locks, pulled up in a high ponytail.

And these crimes were only the ones she got caught for. The individual always had a way of escape from every situation, even if it regarded being locked up in a cell. Other inmates had dubbed her  the 'escape artist extraordinaire', placing bets on how long it would take her to get caught again after escape. Some even placed bets on the time it would take her to escape from enclosure. She didn't mind this at all, and even took pride in it.

She had quite the reputation overall. How can one not, being the only Angel the surface had seen in centuries?

There was a commotion right outside the house the thief hid in. She looked out of the window, sensing that it was probably time to get going again. She wasn't attached to the place at all, this place was only temporary. The Angel would move over from one spot to the other every few days, which is tough, but it also fits her lifestyle. She was a free spirit, always has been, and could never stay grounded for too long.

She packed her stuff, put on her goggles for flying, and vanished into the night.

The Angel was tired. Very tired. She hadn't slept in the past 46 hours, and a nasty headache was starting to arise. However, she couldn't sleep anywhere she wanted, even though she would if she had the chance. For now, she had to rely on her black wings to carry her through the night sky.

Oh, her black wings. How amusing they were. The story behind them was even more interesting. To start off strong, the Angel raised a thief.

Angels are supposed to protect young children, and keep them on the correct path. The Angel in question didn't care at all about what the child was up to, and endorsed thief-like behavior instead, purely because it was amusing seeing someone get caught by police, and end up in jail, while you're safe up in the air.

She didn't think much of it, but punishment was in order, so she got sent down to the surface and fend for herself.

Most Angels would lose the ability to fly due to the metaphorical weight on their backs, and would die within the first few days. Some perish to natural selection, others due to sadness. But not this Angel, no no.

This Angel freely used her wings, and turned to a life of thievery herself. She enjoyed the thrill. Besides, no one wanted to help her out anyway; a fallen Angel was a big deal, and very scary to most. Seeing how she was thriving, the head Angel stripped her wings of their purity, turning them black, and showed everyone what a deviant this one was.

The Angel smiled. Good times.

Soaring through the night sky, her wings started to grow tired, so she desperately started to search the surface for any sign of life. Life ment houses, and a house meant a place to hide and sleep.

The Angel's hawk-like eyes caught sight of an unusual group walking past the beach. She spotted a Wizard, an Elf, a Werewolf, a Vampire, a Merperson and... Cinder! The Dragon she robbed a while back was walking with this group, and that means no one was guarding the ship. The perfect spot to sleep.

When she boarded the ship, something felt... off. The Dragon had always been alone on the ship, yet it appeared that there had been more people there for a longer period of time, judging from the Werewolf hair on the deck. It must've been the people she was walking with earlier, the Angel thought. Maybe the Werewolf was a castaway, and she was bringing him back home. Oh well, not that it mattered much, the thief needed to sleep.