Fell For You

Chapter Two

Enepsigos couldn't keep her mind off of Alya. The sick human girl continuously invaded her thoughts at the worst of times. She remembered Alya's first look of malice when she'd seen Enepsigos standing in her room. And how the look had shifted from malice to intrigue when Enepsigos began questioning her. She remembered-

"Pay attention, Enepsigos!" The trainer harshly brought down a training sword and Enepsigos yelped, bringing up her own sword in a feeble attempt to block. Her practice sword fell from her hands and clattered across the ground. The instructor pinched the bridge of their nose and sighed. "If you are not going to pay attention, you may as well leave. Return when you have cleared your mind and decide to take your training seriously."

Enepsigos looked down apologetically. "Forgive me. I will return when my mind has cleared." The trainer nodded and Enepsigos took a few steps before teleporting to her favorite human paradise so far. Calm forest with a running creek and a warm breeze. Distant children's laughter sounded, drifting in and out of hearing range. She never went looking for the child, for it wasn't her place to do so.

Because this paradise was rather vast, Enepsigos had never seen the human this paradise belonged to. For all she knew the human could have wandered to a different paradise. That's all Heaven really was after all- millions of paradises, liked through the connections humans had with each other. Lonely humans led to lonely paradises due to little connection with other humans. It was rather beautiful and elegant, the way Heaven functioned. Angels used everything to it's full potential, nothing wasted. The training field was a paradise of a long-dead soldier who'd moved on from it.

Enepsigos clambered onto an overhanging rock, recieving help from gently flapping wings. Here she could think in peace. She'd been told to remain in Heaven until her training was complete. Unless of course she was ordered to take the easy watch again. She hoped that the other angel was still injured, as terrible as that was. She wanted to speak to Alya again, and learn more about the confusing human race. Enepsigos sighed.

The fact she couldn't do anything in this situation bothered her immensely. She was still too new to disobey; if she did now she'd only be kept for even longer. And she feared that by the time her training was over, she'd be one of the scarily loyal seraphs. The ones who looked down upon anyone they deemed unworthy of Heaven's graces (which happened to be many). She was terrified of becoming one of them.

The bushes rustled, and a small child no older than seven, with lopsided reddish-brown pigtails and clothes tinged green with grass stains. Enepsigos froze. One of the major rules for new angels was to not interfere with the paradises.

"Hi bird lady! I'm the princess! Who are you?"

Enepsigos panicked. "You did not see me. Forget anything of me." She pressed her hand on the girl's head and willed her to forget anything about angels before teleporting away.

The young girl's eyes glazed over for a moment, making the flash of what seemed like an angel blurred over. She figured she was seeing things. Her mother came from the woods, sickly pale and painfully thin, and gently placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Alya dear you look like you've seen a ghost. What's wrong?"

"I saw an angel mommy." The young girl looked at the newly empty spot in wonder.

"Perhaps it was your guardian angel, and she left because you saw her. Perhaps you'll see her again when you grow up."

Young Alya hugged her mother's legs. "I don't want to grow up. I want to stay little with you, mommy."

"And so you will my dear."

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The older Alya- the seventeen-almost-eighteen Alya- was occupying herself by annoying the angel who'd interrupted her rather late breakfast. She'd discovered that if she threw a bouncy ball at the wall a few inches above the angel's head, it'd break their concentration just long enough for them to glare at her and go back to concentrating. Only for it to be broken again at random intervals by the ball again. Alya didn't know the angel was supposed to be doing, but if she was pissed, she wanted the angel to be equally pissed. She was a girl with simple needs after all.