'I saw her again today. Elizabeth Calder. But, the thing is, she died 200 years ago.'
To Elizabeth Calder, death was always going to be an adventure. She knew what would happen when her heart stopped beating, and she was ready for it. You see, when you die, you become an angel. Either living or dead. Living angels watch over the human race. They are often referred to as 'Guardian Angel's'. Being a living angel, is not at all difficult. All you have to do was watch over your chosen human. Dead angels however, are not exactly 'Angels'. They are commonly called 'Fallen Angel's. They scare children, torture humans. Most of them, as humans, were horrible people. Murderers. Kidnappers. Bullies.
There is one other type of 'Angel' of course. The ones in the middle. Not good or bad. Neutral. They are called Fading Angel's because they is hardly any of them. Not many people can be right in the middle. Usually they sway one way or another. But, if Fate can't decide, you are declared a 'Fader'. And you cannot decide for yourself. You have to stay neutral. No sides. No favouritism. Or you will truly die.
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This was an idea that popped into my head this morning, and I liked it because it is a bit different to other stories. Please don't steal any of these ideas. For they are mine. I hope you enjoy this story. I am sure I'll enjoy writing a new chapter every week.
Love Kiarni,
Xoxo
