~.Fallen Angels.~
1. Waking up to an Ancient Memory...
At first, there was only dark. Then Annabella's vision blurred and cleared to reveal a woman with cascading blonde hair and blindingly bright, almost silver eyes. They were filled with exhaustion, but overflowing with happiness and relief. The fatigued woman held her arms out to something. And something was gently placed in her arms, wrapped tightly in a pure white silk cloth. She smiled up at a tall, built man with jet black hair and smiling pale blue eyes. Both man and woman smiled lovingly down at their newborn child, eyes squeezed shut and tiny fists waving in the air, crying out for his mother. Another woman, lying at the other side of the new mother, smiled brightly, holding her newborn girl just a bit after and just like that, time seemed to flash before Annabella's eyes.
She could see flashes of memories, the two newborn children growing up together, until the specks of memory stopped on a specific one. Now in their teen age years, both boy and girl grinned back at each other, each holding a thin golden goblet partially filled with bright red liquid. Silent words were exchanged and simultaneously, the boy and girl drank the liquid. The warmth of it traveling down their throats and into their bodies. Another flash of memory burst like a fiery nova before her.
She desperately stretched her fingers out towards the disappearing vision."No, wait--."
Instead of soothing, warm memories, there was chaos surrounding the two children. Houses were being burnt to the ground, Glorious statues, crumbling to dust, and once so-full-of-life families torn from each other. Annabella looked up toward the fiery burning sky, and as if on cue, the sky cracked and collapsed on top of her.
Annabella woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. She jerked her head up, scanning the dark room.
She sighed, "Just a dream . . . "
Annabella sat up tearing the sheets off of her and running her fingers through her dirty blonde, messy hair. She turned her head toward the red flashing digital clock. It was too early for anyone else to possibly be awake in this house. She padded barefoot down the dark hallway and into the bathroom. Reaching for a hair tie and pulling her hair back, something caught her eye. Annabella leaned in toward the mirror and the image of a boy with out spread wings materialized behind her, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders. The winged boy was not completely materialized, though, he seemed almost translucent, making the darkness behind him glitter. Annabella whirled around, but saw nothing but little fragments of the translucent figure burning away. The last she saw of that boy was a sad smile, one that would fill you with guilt and yet, reassurance. She touched her shoulder. It still had the warmth of another person lingering on her.
Annabella furrowed her eyebrows, looking down at the white tile floor. "Was . . . was that supposed to be real . . ?"
(I hope you liked this. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up but yeah...i own everything...i think)
