"Where are we going?"
The girl smiled at the little child, tickling her chin before double-checking the sun in the sky, keeping her positioning straight. "You'll see, sweet-pea."
The girl pouted and hummed her bumble-bee wings. The thin fiber shimmered in the sun before folding to her back. "Why can't you tell meeeee?"
The girl rolled her eyes before hefting the child up higher on her hip. "That'll ruin the surprise."
The child whined a bit more, but settled. She had no idea where this lady was taking her, but she just knew it was better than where she came from.
It had been dark, and dirty. She had been hurt, she knew that, and it had been a really bad place. But it was all hazy now, a wavering memory that was quickly fading.
She didn't want to go back. She wanted to go where this nice lady was taking her. The nice lady had given her chocolate and wiped her face, promised her a mom and a dad and all sorts of brothers and sisters in a great big house.
Distantly, through the quiet trees, they heard yelling—loud, obnoxious shrieks—and the little girl flinched, drawing closer to the girl and wrapping her arms around her neck.
"Don't worry," the girl soothed, booping her nose, not breaking her pace. "You'll like them."
"Huh?" the girl's head swiveled back and forth as she searched for the owners of the screeching. It was getting louder, and she could understand some of it. It sounded like arguing between siblings, if she was honest.
"Your new family," the girl said, stepping over a log and looking around. "Like I promised."
"You're leaving me?" the child cried, sitting straight up in her arms, looking so affronted and astonished the girl nearly burst out laughing.
"Trust me," the girl said. "It's for the best."
She set the girl down under a tree, fixing her dress and smoothing down her wild hair.
"Now you stay here, precious," the girl said, wiping some dirt of the little girl's face before cupping her jaw. "You're right where you need to be."
She kissed the girl on the forehead and winked at her. "Remember me," she whispered.
The girl blinked, at the woman was gone.
...
The girl watched from the safety of a branch as Philza's little boy, the one with chocolate-colored wings, stumbled upon the bee child.
She smiled as the boy screeched in absolute delight at the sight of the girl's wings.
"Dad!! Daaaddddzaaa! I found a bee!!"
He nearly scared his father straight to the Afterlife, the girl guessed, what with the way the Angel came bursting through the trees at the sound of his son's yells.
The girl giggled a bit at the Angel's flabbergasted look that quickly morphed into to gentle scolds and sweet questions as he knelt in front of the little girl.
The Angel would probably never know who had delivered the little bee to his hand.
His Lady would welcome the little girl with open arms, never knowing where she came from.
Fate would never suspect the meddling of another Ancient again—the girl had been too thorough.
"One more spared," the girl whispered, unable to stop the smile from gracing her lips as the Angel lifted the tiny child into his arms and took the hand of the little boy.
The girl breathed, forcing herself to focus in on the ache that was the missing piece of her soul.
The ache spasmed, but it was filling.
Slowly but surely, with the rise of the Angel's Army—
Hope was rising again.
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Volume I: Forged
FanfictionI saw a comment right about when Phil 'adopted' Ranboo on the Dream SMP that said something along the lines of "Phil's just gonna adopt the whole server at this point" and I decided 'why not?" Preface: Phil loved children. His hobby, however innocen...
