I am Sky Fallen (old version)

I- Pulse

So this is the first chapter. Vote or comment, please. Thanks a lot!

(And if this story had a soundtrack, I'd have Major Minus by Coldplay in it. I'll be osting other songs on other chapters.)

ElleDane

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It was the season of Festivity. It was a time of celebration for the people of Fort Velarde, the Golden City.

However, amidst all the grand decorations, and the throng of people from all sorts of societies and communities, the Spire stood untouched, a magnificent masterpiece of metalwork that stood a whopping one hundred feet, a gleaming beacon of power and history paved in its iron and bronze cables intertwined like the snakes in the god, Hermes’, caduceus.

 It was the pride and glory of the city of Fort Velarde, a prominent figure in every celebration.

A girl, with thick soft waves of brown hair that drape around her shoulders stared at the tip of the tower. The Spire looked so glorious to her dark chocolate brown eyes. She marvelled at it and dreamed of scaling it until she reached the top only to let go of the metal bars and cables that keep her safe and feel the violent rush of the wind as she falls. Was it possible to fall and not die? Could she topple from such heights and not meet her end?

She skirted the edges of the valley of death before, she had come so close to losing her life that her overprotective mother valued more than she ever did. She remembered not breathing and convulsing, waves of pain rippling through her body. She remembered her mother’s worried face, the creases in her forehead, the tears that fell from her red-rimmed eyes. She didn’t want to see her like that again.

When they told her mother of the scholarship, Jia thought they’d have to handle her crying fit again. But, her mother consented, rather easily and without much convincing, much to her surprise.

“Jia? What are you doing?”

Mr Carlos Sandino sauntered towards her, his brow creased from the intense heat of the midday sun. He surprisingly looked at ease with his inappropriate black coat and slacks. Fervently, he snapped his fingers in front of Jia, putting her out of her daze.

“Uhmm, wh-what?’ Jia said. “I’m sorry, awestruck teenager here. First time in the city. Feel free to add all the cliché stuff after that.”

Jia had never before walked the grasses of the Spire Grounds, everything about the city was new to her. After all, she was brought up in rural Nueva Ecija where the sun is blistering hot and toilsome farmers thrive. Sure she missed the fresh breezes and the rusty traffic lights that lit red half the time, but this was her dream, to live in the city and experience the good life not having to worry too much about money and their daily expenses.

She wanted a life free of heavy duties, and last month, she hit the jackpot.

“Come on, Jia. We have to find Madame Adelaide before she leaves for her 2 o’ clock spa,” Mr Sandino chided.

2 o’ clock spa? Her benefactor sure knows how to spoil herself. Earlier, Mr Sandino, Sandy, as she decided to call him, had to drive around in circles around the city waiting for the Madame to finish her mani-pedi with her business partners which took a whopping two hours. Back in the province, time was precious. Jia wouldn’t waste two hours on her nails and chit-chat. She could climb up their mango trees and sell the fruits for money, sow burlap sacks for money, or offer to tutor the spoiled kindergarten kids for—it’s obvious—money.

Jia scoffed. “Will it always be like this, Sandy? Running around, trying to catch up with her schedule?”

Sandy shook his head. “No, not at all. For the first few days, you’d be visiting her frequently for interviews and for you stay here but sooner or later she’d disappear and just be your personal invisible angel. Well, that’s what I think would happen… but who knows!”