The Angel's scars

1- Cruel world

18 years ago

The dark stormy night blew thunderous winds through the sky, the rain threw its self onto the grass. The thunder rolled through the air and echoed through the open garden. The waterfall had angel wings carved into its flat marble wall, although the gushing water had been turned off the rain poured down it as a normal waterfall would. 

These angel wings had special symbols meaning different things. The graceful water seeped through the cracks and flowed down into the pond below. 

Standing inside looking out was a beautiful woman. Her white glowing angel wings curved around her body. The woman had dark long brown hair with soft curls in it, her eyes watched out on the peaceful garden and let out a soft sigh of content.

Behind the lady was her husband. He moved his strong tanned arms around her waist and his angel wings curved around both of them in a protective instinct motion. 

The man had caramel medium length hair that ended just before his ears. His soft lips kissed the back of her head then rested his chin on top of her.

The quite noise of the gentle rain was disturbed by the sound of a crying baby. Their heads moved over and the husband picked up the baby from her cot and rocked her gently in his arm. He walked over with the baby girl and handed it to her mother.

The little child quieted down as her mother rocked her and sang a gentle lullaby. Her father held both his possessions close to him. His world was these two beautiful beings. 

"Her wings are getting so big now," Her mother pointed out. The baby girl had small angel wings that closed around her body like a little blanket, they glowed like a full moon and lit up the babby's soft skin. "Our little Eveline," 

"YOUR MAJESTY JOEL AND CORETTA!" The parents turned to face the oncoming angel guardian. He ran at them in his gold and white armor that bared an angel wing symbol. "Yes, Domiel?" The guardian took a few seconds to catch his breath then continued with the horrible matter. "A note... Came," He spoke still having trouble catching his breath. 

The breathless soldier handed them a wet note. The writing was in a messy cursive and had raindrops on it. Joel opened the note and read.

'Your life is up and so is your family. Your daughter is mine and there is no stopping me or fate,'

The note was short but it was a promise. "Who sent this?" He asked fury ringing through the tone of his voice. The angel shrugged his shoulders. "We found it inside the palace," 

Joel's facial features tightened and anger filled inside him. "We're going to the three futures." He said quickly and sternly, No one dared cross the king and with a threat against his family made it only worse. This threat alone could get you and your whole family killed for treason.

The worried family rushed to a temple high in the sky. Long moss stones stacked up to a circular tower and stairs climbed up for miles, grey clouds circled the misty tower and the dark gloomy sky absorbed the once blue sky. 

Coretta held onto her baby as its life depended on it as they bolted up the stairs. Thunder rolled around them and lightning struck in the sky casting shadows down in different directions. It wasn't only the family that was mad but the weather as well. 

Joel pushed the double rustic doors open with great force as the breeze blew into the cozy area. Moss and stone covered the walls and floors and sitting in the middle on chairs in front of fire were three female angels.