DarkAngel

Stella Jade

We had to take a car ride all the way to our new house. As witchangels, this was extremely difficult for us, considering our wings. It was painful, so when we got to our new home, I jumped out and ran into the house, screaming like a crazy person (Well, I might be, wouldn't be too far off). It was very cold, and when Tarisa, my caretaker, came in, she shivered. "Stella Jade, let's get the fire started. I smiled. Spells always made me happy. Together we recited, "Igne uri splendida et durum, ne vocis," and the fire started in the fireplace. Tarisa brought in the rest of the bags, and Major, my other caretaker, sat down on one of the couches that he unpacked. "Stella Jade, are you excited for tomorrow?" he asked.

"What's tomorrow, amica?"

"Well, amica, tomorrow you have to go to school."

I groaned. "I'm a witchangel, not a human, Major."

"Really, I didn't know." Major said sarcastically. Tarisa jumped in.

"Stella, I know it is hard, but you have to go, so rumors don't circulate and the Mors Militum don't show up."

"Why would the Mors Militum show up?"

"Because they follow rumors that'll lead them to stray witchangels. You know this, Stella Jade."

"Of course. But why here? Why go to Oak Bluffs if nowhere is safe?"

"Because at least here we can own a house. Oak Bluffs has a large number of witchangels owning houses."

"Why do I have to go to school with humans, though?! I'll end up breaking one of them. I can't control what I can do, Tarisa. I've only been reborn once, and I don't even remember it."

"We know this, but going to school will give you more control, we think. Just behave, keep your head down, and you'll be fine. It's not that hard. Major and I were forced to teach in a school for three years. We were fine. We are even able to go to Salem, to visit the Pythonissam City. We even are able to read the inscription, Tenebris lux et perpetum, if we want—"

Major cut in. "Tarisa, you need to stop sounding like a maniac. You are off on a tangent. Don't protect her. She should know. Stella, the Potens Maleficis sent us here, and we must stay. We have no choice. Suddenly the doorbell rang. "Make yourself respectable, Stella," Tarisa said.