I flitted through the night air, if you could call it “flitting.” I’m not a very good flier, in fact I think I might be a terrible flier. It might have something to do with my serious affliction of klutziness. I’m serious! It’s a disease! I was fine until about a year ago, or was it two? Ah well, before my major growths spurt. I grew three inches in just two months, and my wings didn’t come in quite as fast, so for awhile I could hardly fly. Now that my wings grew to match my height, I fly a bit better, but my right wing is a good three inches longer than the left one, which throws me off balance quite frequently. I’m rambling aren’t I? 1
Well, first things first. My name is Fern. Fern Jamaya Lorie Phyrnicaus Piff. Piff, I know, its weird. Well, actually, my whole name is weird! But nobody said weird is bad, right?2
If you haven’t already guessed, I’m an angel, hence the weird name. No, I do not live on a puffy little cloud, playing my little golden harp. I do not have a halo. No angels have halos anymore. That was in style about 2,018 years ago. The whole myth-thing about angels wearing flowing white robes, and shining halos, while playing on gold harps was started by Jalicus, a man who died and went to “heaven.” What he actually saw was Cortem, leader of the Chorus, performing the mantra of Helm, the costume for it just so happens to be white robes, and shiny halos. And the harps? That was just the accompaniment. I mean cellos so do not sound gentle and melodious! 3
An Angel is a guardian. I mean my whole life is about learning to protect, actually protecting, and finally more then likely dieing for the one I am destined to protect. Sounds grim huh? Well that’s my life in a nutshell. Of course there are a few choices, but lets not get into that. 4
For the first 13 years of my existence, I spent everyday learning. Learning how to protect. We have to train very hard, we have to learn to protect from various unusual things. Did you know that over 4000,000 deaths a year are related to smoking? I mean what kind of idiot are humans? They know its bad, yet they continue to kill themselves! Geez! It’s the guardian angels job to convince their protected human to drop the habit. Of course some people are just STUBBORN! 5
Well, on out 13th birthday, us young angels flit off to the agency to find ourselves a job. Its not like we have many options though, angels were created to protect, so protect it is! 6
Angels are connected to our human. We are the same age, we were born the same day, and we will most likely die the same day as well. When a human dies, his or her angel dies as well, that’s why angels work so hard to keep there human alive. A human will live on without an angel, but most likely not very long. You have no idea how many daily dangers an angel faces just to protect there human, and most of the time the human doesn’t even realize it! 7
Oh yeah, that reminds me; I forgot to tell you why I am flitting awkwardly away through the night air. Today is my 13th birthday. The day I get my first and last job. Fun.8
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I landed, my rough and knotty russet wings folding neatly into my back. I approached the door, my hand curling on the intriquit silver handle. I didn’t have to do this you know. I could turn away, to live my life as an outcast. An outcast yes, but at least a free one. I could become one of the fallen ones. 10
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But angel is good too.
