Wings

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Staired at the drop. Why couldn't there be an elovator or stairs. Thought to myself. I was about to turn back when I felt two hands on back push me out. I screamed of course. Mostly of shock then I was stunned by fear. I can't fly, I don't have wings. When you fall your wings are either broken or not there at all. They "cut" off my wings. But that's a story for another day. The ground was approaching fast. Well at least I know how I die. Two arms rapped around me gentlely catching me ten feet from the ground. When my feet touched down I elbowed the person holding me in the stumic and pushed them off. "What the heck!" Turned to them and yelled. I knew the who pushed and caught me were one in the same. I found myself stairing at the blond awaiting the answer.

"Relax. I wasn't going to let you die." His voice surprised me. It wasn't cocky or rude but that of a noble gentlemen trying to reassure me. It reminded me of the light angels I knew, but he had just had drop of amusement and a slight edge in his voice.

"Never try anything like that again." I said after I regained my composer. He seemed surprised at how calm I was already.

"Are you bipolar because you became clam really fast." He joked with a small smile.

"Well freaking out won't help me get home, will it?" I reply smiply

"You know you can't get home from here with the barrier and all." The barrier is thing that separates the human world from the magical world. I nodded my head and I looked at fortress from which I feel and instead of matching the castle like interiors the out side looked like normal office building. The whole street looks like a normal New York city street just completely empty.

"I know." I walked away. He walked next to me. I realized he was taller than the others, he was about six two.

"I wanted to say thank you. I never see anyone beat those three up so fast. It was priceless." He laughed and I smiled.

"Let me guess, you're the dark angel of mischief?" He looks at the ground and smiles. I noticed he seemed to always have a sincere smile even when he wasn't happy with my guess.

"No actually I'm not. Jonathan and Joseph are." I looked at him confused.

"Who?"

"Oh right. You don't there names." He said mostly to himself. "The twins that were arguing. Jonathan is the one with longer hair, he's the angel mischief and his brother Joseph, shorter hair one, is the angel of thievery. The one you crashed into the other day, Henry, he's denial."

"Well sorry." I apologized. "But I assumed that because you were amused at the argument and you know, pushing me out of a building." I teased.

"Yeah pushing you out of a building was a little bit extreme for me. But those boys they woulld call that Mercy. I like to joke and all but they take things to extremes."

"Good to know. So what are you angel of?" What I'm curious.

"Truth and deception." He said seriously.

"So which one do you do more? Tell the truth or deceive people?" I inquired. He must not be use to people asking because he looked at me pleasantly surprised.

"I tell the truth. I rarely deceive people unless necessary. I can just mostly tell if they're deceiving me. I know when somebody lies and when somebody tells the truth." He reminds me so much of light angels it's scary. The way he talks and what he said gave me that pure angel vibe. Maybe he was a light angel once, because you can switch between being a light or dark angel if you please. It's not very common but even if he hadn't I still enjoy his company.

"What did you say your name was?" I asked. He stopped walking and turned to face me then extended his hand.

"My name is D'Artagnan and what's yours?" I smile as I face him.