She woke up in the middle of the ride. Her dark brown hair fell in her eyes and he smiled slightly in her sleep. Her light blue eyes snapped open and she threw a punch that had me grunting. Geez, this girl is a rebel. After I had recovered, she didn't even make a big deal over the fact that we were in a black car, speeding towards a street she has never seen before. It was paved with gold and we were close to the emerald wall. That's right folks. We were in Heaven. Literally. The onyx chains that kept her hands together(but evidently don't prevent her from punching people) caught the sunlight that then reflected into her eyes.
"Where are we Alex-"
I cut her off with a look.
"Your home. And people are going to keep calling you Celine. I know, I know, it's better than Clarabelle though!" I snickered to myself. But I barged ahead.
"Your a fallen angel, as you know. I'm an angel. I was under cover to protect you. But you didn't really need that much. Your name is Celine, and you have a sister, twin sister named Aline. Questions?" I expected to have to wait for the reality to sink in. But that didn't happen. She jumped right in. I was starting to like this girl. First, she kicked me again, then she asked her questions.
"What was that for you stupid insubordinate!!!" She yelled.
Yep, classy language, we'll get along just fine.
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Fallen
FantasyBreathing hard, she dashes up the stairs of the manor, barely noticing the sky change. The once rosy pink rolling clouds turned to ashy grey. The long winding cobblestone pathway leading to the entrance of the house is lined with hedges, that now ca...
