The Lost Angel (COMPLETE)

Chapter 6 (edited)

'Am I dead?'

It was dark.. It was cold.. And fear has take over as the abyss sours to grow. All Noa see is darkness and pain consuming her body expands it more. She grunt in agony that she gone afraid to move a muscle. She urged to raise my hand it's too strain to even move. She's paralyzed.

"I think she's waking up!" She heard a girl voice shout.

"Tina.. Inside voices please." Another voice came, this time from an old man.

Is this panic or confusion she feel across her unconscious state? What's going on? Where does this voices came from? She would wonder as she sense her new environment. Carefully she tried to lift her eyes only for her to met the light which radiates across the space. It strained her, dazzled by its hue. She close it again, afraid to once again risk her sight.

"Guys.. Give some space.. She's waking up." To dizzy to remember, a familiar voice was heard nearby.

She pursue to open once again, but more careful that her action before. Slow and steady she lift her eyelids, meeting the light once again but much friendlier than before. It was blur at first, no figure but the light was seen. But as time went by, it comes together like a puzzle, slow and steady until finally it's clear. Aghast she blink when she saw who were there.

"You're awake" said the old man, wearing a white robe with a ying and yang sign, right infront of her.

She twitch, unfolding a tiny sense of disconfort. She was cornered by a group of strangers, trusted or untrusted, she doesn't care. She's afraid, supporting the adrenaline rush that driven her to sit up and covers herself in her own distorted wings.

"Μείνε μακριά! Μην τολμήσεις να έρθει πιο κοντά" She yell, not knowing the language she had spoke, followed by her glowing eyes that inconspicuously glow from her.

"Ah.. What did she say?" The black haired boy who's obvious for his all black attire from his hoodie to his jeans, Nard, sheepishly ask in curiosity.

"I think it's greek." Tina rubbed her nape.

"No no no its okay..." Master Yang waggle his hand. "We're not gonna hurt ya Angel." He added, knowing he had understand her ancient word.

It didn't seem to help. She quivered more as the glow in her eyes burst wider. Master Yang was a very observant person, he stared at her. Observing the manner she hide with her powers slightly bursting. She cannot control her powers, he noticed. But interesting, she's able to fight it despite her lack of knowledge. But the more she quiver the more her light ignites, he felt bad for the innocent one. She was scared, yet she didn't show it. But the light did, for its growing brighter and brighter as she quivers uncontrollably. He could feel strong energy sealed into her, no wonder Leona and her gang willed to ambush her.

"Hmph..." He observed, eyes lock at the glowing angel.

"Master Yang.. I think we scared her." Leo, who had brought her there, told his grandfather as he noticed the same.

Nard tries to touch her broken wings but it seems that she's afraid of them. She wasn't use to be surrounded, or maybe she is but trauma. He notice some scars lined from her arms and legs, Nard tried to touch them but she pull and writhe in bitter anguish. The wounds are old but it seems so fresh.

Master Yang glance at his grandchild then back to the angel. He notice their number, they're 5 in the room. 4 strangers and one center. With the wounds very obvious seems to symbolized a thousand torture, and the light emitting from here eyes had finally burst out. It spread across her bed and her body slightly float.