Note to the reader:
Not many believe in angels and those who do tend not to be correct about them. Very few have been visited by angels and those who have been are often called crazy and committed to asylums for their beliefs. In all truth most who are visited by angels are driven insane shortly after being parted from said angels, particularly those who don't believe. For they start to doubt what they have seen and begin to doubt everything they see from there on in their lives. Angels are not, as people believe them to be, messengers of God. They are all individual and they all live their own lives. Never has an angel been banished from the heavens. Never has an angel been forced to live among humans. Never, until now...
Chapter 1:
Thunder crashed outside Eevee's window. It was almost pitch black outside. Street lights in the near distance flickered in the night as the occasional headlights passed by making water fly off the road as the cars belonging to them splashed through puddles. The storm only seemed to be getting worse as the night dragged on. Eevee reached for her lamp on the bedside table, fumbling in the darkness. She shied away as the light came on until her eyes became used to the glow being emitted from her lamp. Slowly, her slender legs emerged from underneath her bedsheets, reaching down towards her slippers that were tucked away nicely just under her bed. The walls of her room were covered in posters and drawings that she drew herself. A tall mirror stood beside her window. She edged over to it so as to examine her long brown hair that reached down past her shoulder blades. She began to brush what she considered to be a birds nest rather than hair as a faint light began to gleam outside her window. She barley took notice when it first appeared in the corner of her eye but as the light became distinctively brighter her attention left her hair as she unknowingly stepped over towards the window. The rain had ceased but the thunder continued on as loud as ever. The light was coming from a parting in the clouds that seemed to be positioned directly over her neighborhood. She watched as more and more lights from other houses flicked on and the hole in the clouds grew and the light got brighter. An unbearably loud clap of thunder shook everything in the house as the light became a beam straight down to earth, straight down into Eevee's street. There was a moment silence that seemed to drag on as a small figure dropped from the clouds. It fell for almost a minute, in utter silence until it collided with the soft wet earth outside Eevee's window and the light suddenly became a blinding abyss as it seemed to be sucked back up into the clouds, the hole shrinking until the light vanished completely and everything appeared as if nothing had happened. The storm died down into a slow drizzle. She stumbled towards her bedroom door, still dizzy from the light, grabbing her torch from the shelf as she opened the door and headed for the stairs. She wasn't sure what she expected to find in that crater, where whatever it was had landed but it didn't deter her one bit. She stepped out into the darkness forgetting to slip on her boots so as to stop her slippers getting wet and dirty. She figured it was too late to bother about it now for she was already heading out onto the soggy grass. She flicked on her torch as she rounded the corner of the house to find the crater. It was much smaller than she had expected it to be. She crept up to the edge of the crater, not sure if she should be scared or not. She shone the torch down Towards the centre of the hole in the earth and as she stared, she saw that it was a boy, around the age of 17, roughly as old as herself. She gaped in awe. Not much remained of his clothing and he had no shoes. All that appeared to be in tact was a necklace around his neck. Hanging from that necklace, was a large silver key, as shiny as though it were brand new. Eevee noticed something else in the crater. She pointed the torch just off to his right at shoulder hight. She wasn't sure she believed what she saw, she wasn't sure if she wanted to believe what she saw. Feathers, jet black, reaching out from his shoulder and shining in the torch light. She looked for the same on his left, but nothing. One huge wing, longer than he was tall, stretched out from his right shoulder, blacker than night. She dragged the body of the young boy up into her bedroom, not knowing whether or not he was alive. Thinking of what he could possibly be, she drifted off into deep sleep, forgetting all about the happenings of that night.
