Fate and the Defiant Angel (COMPLETED)

Chapter 20- A human body

Zara woke up in a soft place. She tried to understand what that this was. It was comfortable she realised, had she ever felt comfort before? She'd never knew what soft felt like before, but in this second she knew what she was feeling was something soft and gentle. It smelt softly like how she imagined flowers to smell.

The comfort was not only on her head, but her body as well. She quickly came to realise that she was lying in a bed. She sighed at this feeling, before she truly began to wake up and feel all the other pain. Her eyes felt heavy and her head was throbbing. It was hard to do anything in the first few seconds, trying to swallow with a mouth so dry she felt like she was swallowing sand. Slowly she turned her head more and managed to look around.

She found herself in a beige coloured room with cliché paintings and furniture scattered around. It was rather empty looking in the sense that there was nothing personal or pretty about it. It certainly wasn't a home. A television was playing in the background softly. Zara managed the strength to lift her arms weakly and turn her head around a bit more.

"You're awake!"

Zara flinched at the voice as it echoed in her ears and only exacerbating her migraine. The mousy young woman appeared . . . Veronica? Velma? Violet! Her name was violet.

"What's going on," Zara mumbled out.

Violet offered her a kind smile and helped out a glass of water. Zara frowned at it, before slowly reaching out a hand and gripping the glass. She was overcome with such a desire for it that it surprised her. She didn't even need to focus on how to swallow, clutching the glass and pouring it down her throat. Her first taste of water was surprising. She didn't know what she had expected. It was so tasteless but so immensely amazing. Zara drained it with a second, so thirsty in that second.

Violet turned to the nightstand where a pitcher stood and filled her cup up again without Zara saying a word. After she had consumed about three and half glasses of water, she sat on her stomach still, breathing heavily and finally able to make sense of things.

"What's going on?" Zara asked her with narrowed eyes, which only made her wince in pain.

"Well, quite a lot," Violet mused as she sat on the floor next to the bed.

Zara stared at her uncertain. She could have been anyone. This little mousy thing before her, with soft but wise eyes and bundled up hair could be here to kill her. Yet, Zara didn't think that was the case.

"Let's start from the beginning," Zara said softly. "How did you find me."

Violet smiled softly. It was an odd thing, slightly twisted to the left and uneven on her face, almost as if she didn't do it often. "I don't really know how it works if I'm being honest with you. In layman's terms I'd been seen as a psychic. There are just sometimes places that I need to be, and I don't always know why. Obviously on this occasion it was to meet you."

Zara raised her eyebrows in surprise. She knew of psychics. She was in fact well aware of them, as was any angel.

Psychics were not in any way shape or form normal humans. They had the same physiology, same appearance and life expectancy, but they were far more. Angels, reapers and demons existed on another plain of reality. They did not interact with humans directly. However, sometimes humans needed direct interventions. Psychics were not created by angels but were directly placed upon the earth by Fate itself. They had no destiny, no guardian angel and no presence on earth. You would not find mention of them in the fate of any human, even if they saved or ended their life. They were invisible guiders sent to ensure that things were running the way they were supposed to. Psychics were incredibly rare, incredibly powerful and demanded the uttermost respect. They were tools of fate.