Azriel Simpson is a wingless half human-half angel. Her Guardian Angel is Uriel the Fire, one of the 15 Archangels.
Blase Gibson, is her best friend, son of the Archangel Raphael the Healer.
When Blase turned 17, his father took him to be trained a...
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THE CHRONICLES OF MY WINGS
September 29, 2010, at 9:25 pm
"I missed him." It's been two and a half years since he left.
I haven't heard the news about him yet, and even those Guardian Angels I ask, can't give me an answer, or just don't want to give any information I guessed.
I know there is something wrong happening right now. For a while, I haven't met any Guardian Angels, which is very unusual.
"What's going on here?" I heard Benz and Logan talking on my left side. As usual, we're hanging out on the Watch Tower's veranda.
"Where is everyone? I talked to other Knights, who guard the East but know nothing or receive a command from a Messenger," Benz said.
"Yo Az," Logan called me. "You heard the rumors? There will be a huge war in the Ice Planet today. Do you think Blase was there too?"
I can't answer them. Blase is my best friend, so I am very worried about him hearing nothing if he is still alive.
I turn my head and stare at the sun slowly set in the South part of Africa, somewhere, where the most isolated part of the Planet Earth. I inhaled the fresh air and then release it.
Who could have thought, that for these times of Earth, there's still wide nature left? With the help of a few influential friends of my family, my great-grandfather convinced the UN to conserve and preserve this part of the planet.
But years had passed and almost everyone forgets this place. If only the world saw what she's looking at now if only the people of Earth remember that there is still a place like this left on this planet.
The sun would go any minute and she still looking at the horizon. Africa has no winter season but cold months from December till February. A cold breeze touches her cheeks. She embraced herself to find warmth in it. She looks to her right side which is Blase favorite part in the tower that was made by her grandfather.
They heard a voice calling out from the tower ground. It was Loca, Logan's older brother. "Logan! Am going down to the 7th mill! There's something wrong with that windmill! Tell mother I'll be home in the supper," said Loca. "Okay, bro.!" Logan salutes his brother. Loca starts his solar scooter and follows the path down the hill. He is the engineer and guards the windmills. These windmills support most of Central Africa's electricity, created by his great-grandfather.
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Authors Corner:
It all started in a dream many years ago. As I found it interesting, I start writing down what was in my dream. Then later on as days and months passed, the dream progressed and I keep it playing in my head. But as I have a little struggle to write in English, I can't do it fast.
My husband once told me that I should write it in Tagalog (Filipino) first. But it would be a lot of work to translate it and am not sure if I could just allow anyone to translate for me.
Then last year, in May, I decided to check out what is WATTPAD. Now here I am, pursuing my passion for writing. =)
Slowly, I'll continue writing my first stories from many years ago that haven't been shared yet completely. It took me 5 years to finally put my time into it.
