Fallen

Clary

Violent sobbing fills the house as my mother tells my father my drastic explanation of who I really am. I could hardly believe it myself when my silver accented wings unfurled from behind me when I woke up one morning. As terrified as I was, I tried everything to hide them. I ended up wearing a big sweatshirt with leggings so my outfit didn't look too out of the ordinary. I arrived at the library around noon and perused my normal area of books until another person walked in and stole the attention of the librarian off me. I quickly disappeared to the back of the library where all the really old books are kept. I pulled out three books and sat at a table in the corner.
Heaven And Angels
It was an appropriate title, but talked mainly about things and differences in the way different faiths represented them. I discarded the book and opened Angels Above, which turned out to be just a poem book. The last book however was promising, considering it was titled
Angels. Upon opening it, I nearly laughed. It was a cook book! Lemon cookies, bread, all the things you would possibly need to know about baking and cooking. I looked back at the title. The word cake was barely visible anymore due to a lengthy time spent in the library being constantly used. Wonderfully helpful. I went to put all three back on the shelf when three small children ran past me, totally engrossed in their little game of tag. The last child, a little boy knocked the top book off my pile, and it fell to the floor. I bend to pick it up, careful that in doing so, my wings aren't visible. I'm startled when I see the page the book was opened to. Maybe page isn't the right word. The section where the middle of the pages were completely gone, revealing a small leather bound book nestled in the hollowed out square. I check my sweatshirt and an delighted to see that I have pockets. Stowing away my treasure. I quickly return the disappointing books to their rightful place on the shelf, and think how lucky I am those three kids decided to play tag in the library. I had returned to the house and stashed myself away in my room an poured over the little book. It told me all I needed to know. I wasn't any ordinary foundling. I was a fallen angel. The book explained that I hadn't actually fallen, but someone from the city of Arsale had hidden me here. Taken away my wings until now, when they suddenly appeared. Who would do this? Why? I was full of questions, but the most pressing of all was what do I tell my family?

So that brings us back to date! Now I just have to wait until my parents come downstairs from their sobfest. Fun times.