As her long, golden locks wound around me in a tight embrace, panic etched across her face, I found solace in the soft curls brushing against my skin, carrying hints of lavender and sunshine. Yet, amidst the scent of fire smoke mingling with the calming aroma, her frantic murmurs were lost to me. It felt akin to that time on the airplane with Mom, where gum had eased the pressure in my ears caused by altitude changes. Maybe I needed gum now. Even as the woman with the captivating blonde hair conversed urgently with a sharply dressed man, I struggled to shield my eyes from his blinding presence. Flames danced, devouring everything in their path, while the world seemed to slow to a crawl.
Nestled in her protective arms, I watched as curtains and furniture surrendered to the inferno's embrace, yet I found no fear in her presence. Amidst her fervent exchange with the man, a sudden whooshing sound engulfed me, akin to the rush of air upon hearing anew.
"Evan, we must act! He's just a child. We need to get him out of here!" Her violet eyes, bright with determination, met mine as she smoothed my hair and cradled my face. Before she could utter a word, I inquired about the man's intentions. Their expressions shifted, her grip on my shoulders tightening.
"You see him, Evan?" Her voice was urgent. I nodded.
"It's him, Lucky. Just like I said."
Before further words could pass between them, a collapsing beam severed our escape route. Swiftly, she entrusted me to the radiant man's care. "Go with Evan. He'll get you to safety."
Desperate arms reached out to her, but she gently pushed me toward him. "Nooooooo. I want you."
"Evan, tell Rose I'm sorry for missing her anniversary party. She can scold me later. If they find him, I won't remember any of this."
"I'll fend them off."
She stepped away, a haunting vision amidst chaos. Her golden locks framed her serene face, a memory etched into my soul. "One day, Tristan, you'll seek me out. You'll recognize me, but I won't remember you."
Her eyes shifted from violet to a luminous blue as she imparted her final words. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I screamed her name, the tornado of destruction intensifying around us. With every shattered glass angel and flying toy, she remained an unwavering presence amidst the turmoil, a protector amidst chaos.
Evan's strength carried us as we fled the crumbling remnants of my childhood home. Her distant cries echoed, unintelligible yet hauntingly familiar, until the fire trucks' distant wails pierced the air. Evan's glow dimmed as he draped a black stone pendant around my neck, its intricate symbol holding a promise of protection.
"Tristan, time is short. Will you promise me something?" I nodded.
"Good. Keep this close. It will shield you." With a final, firm grip, he released me, disappearing into blinding light and the distant chiming of bells.
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The Angel Contract
خيال (فانتازيا)Lucky, a fallen angel and the most powerful Supernatural being on Earth, was born over 1,000 years ago as a half angel, half human in a quaint village in Ireland. Her people, the Nephilim, were protected by the Queen and King until Lucky falls in lo...
