She peered through the small
window of the door at the strange child through her dirty blond hair, she was inexperienced
but it was this girl’s aura was damaged and her mind was almost completely consumed
by darkness. Yet here she lay in the wards and her master, Flint, was sat about
5 feet away reading through his law book. This text contained all the laws and
rules that governed the angels. His bronze hair was flopping over his eyes. He
had mentioned that he had met the girl before. He said he was trying to find
the source of the darkness he felt and it found him. Mainly because a year ago,
she crashed into him in the middle of the street.
More often than not it’s how he finds the
darkness in the world.
She sat down next to him peering
over his shoulder hoping to see what he was thinking, “ is there a problem or
are you just being a personal space invader?” she leant back pouting, her eyes
watching him with a grumpy glare. She was quite a petite girl; her thin arms
were a complete contrast to the power she actually possessed. Dressed in what
flint referred to as her personal style she wore a combination of colourful t-shirts
underneath a blue hooded top. Her short pixie hair was a blond that was dirtied
by small pieces of brown. She occasionally wore glasses to her personal disdain
but they were required to read through the massive novels she had to refer to
in her “studies.”
Flint was her master and as they
go he was very open and relaxed. He respected her individuality; she could
dress how she liked ate whenever she wanted, practice or study any areas of the
laws she wanted him to teach her. The only thing she didn’t control was her
name. Her name was given to her by flint, he was her master, he was given his
name by his master, and now he gave her the name she would forever go by an old
tradition that made up pretty much the entirety of the angel’s rules and laws.
She only knew this from her lessons.
She could remember the day he
chose to become her master. Before she became an angel she was somewhat adrift,
weeks had gone by and she hadn’t felt right, her head was full of fog and she
could just recall that there were many men in white coats, they poked and
prodded her, they kept telling her parents to be prepared. She never knew what
for but her mum would spend hours sat by hair holding back tears, her dad told
her over and over again that she has to be strong. The fog got worse every day
till she could no longer make sense of what was day and what was night, who
were her parents and who were the doctors. Till one moment out of the blue the
fog cleared and one figure was stood before her. Flint appeared and told her he
needed her to help him. She understood and tried to rise from her bed where she
lay and couldn’t move and inch’ Confused she looked at her body and there it lay,
drained, tired and empty, but before the
very last of her energy left her body flint appeared by her side and
holding her hand. With a smirk he added, “Time to come with me Dakota.“
She peered through the small
window of the door at the strange child through her dirty blond hair, she was inexperienced
but it was this girl’s aura was damaged and her mind was almost completely consumed
by darkness. Yet here she lay in the wards and her master, Flint, was sat about
5 feet away reading through his law book. This text contained all the laws and
rules that governed the angels. His bronze hair was flopping over his eyes. He
had mentioned that he had met the girl before. He said he was trying to find
the source of the darkness he felt and it found him. Mainly because a year ago,
she crashed into him in the middle of the street.
More often than not it’s how he finds the
darkness in the world.
She sat down next to him peering
over his shoulder hoping to see what he was thinking, “ is there a problem or
are you just being a personal space invader?” she leant back pouting, her eyes
watching him with a grumpy glare. She was quite a petite girl; her thin arms
were a complete contrast to the power she actually possessed. Dressed in what
flint referred to as her personal style she wore a combination of colourful t-shirts
underneath a blue hooded top. Her short pixie hair was a blond that was dirtied
by small pieces of brown. She occasionally wore glasses to her personal disdain
but they were required to read through the massive novels she had to refer to
in her “studies.”
Flint was her master and as they
go he was very open and relaxed. He respected her individuality; she could
dress how she liked ate whenever she wanted, practice or study any areas of the
laws she wanted him to teach her. The only thing she didn’t control was her
name. Her name was given to her by flint, he was her master, he was given his
name by his master, and now he gave her the name she would forever go by an old
tradition that made up pretty much the entirety of the angel’s rules and laws.
She only knew this from her lessons.
She could remember the day he
chose to become her master. Before she became an angel she was somewhat adrift,
weeks had gone by and she hadn’t felt right, her head was full of fog and she
could just recall that there were many men in white coats, they poked and
prodded her, they kept telling her parents to be prepared. She never knew what
for but her mum would spend hours sat by hair holding back tears, her dad told
her over and over again that she has to be strong. The fog got worse every day
till she could no longer make sense of what was day and what was night, who
were her parents and who were the doctors. Till one moment out of the blue the
fog cleared and one figure was stood before her. Flint appeared and told her he
needed her to help him. She understood and tried to rise from her bed where she
lay and couldn’t move and inch’ Confused she looked at her body and there it lay,
drained, tired and empty, but before the
very last of her energy left her body flint appeared by her side and
holding her hand. With a smirk he added, “Time to come with me Dakota.“
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