Return from the Dead

To everyone (if there are any) who read my blog:
I'm revising the story (again!)...Now, it's SOUL READER

Ethereal Melancholy

 A representation of what Vienna would look like: (courtesy of Ironshod):

Before she became a true Lumen Angeli this is what she looked like normally, just erase the wings,
With them, she's herself...I hope

this is what she is now, after the Coelistibus

Heaven's Melancholy

Prologue

A sixteen-year old girl sighed as she sat at the back of the cab. Her long, braided brown hair shone in the fading sunlight as dusk approached, giving her an air of mystery that reflected in her pale blue eyes. She pulled back the left sleeve of her grey cardigan, revealing a small, crescent-shaped birthmark just below her wrist. Breathing in, she felt it shift slightly between silver and white.

“Are you sure you want to go here, miss? Because I doubt there’s anything in here other than the forest.” the driver asked, looking incredulous as he looked out of the window and saw the Blackthorne Forest ahead. Suddenly, he saw a small building just as the road ended in a dead end. “What the-” A boy had walked out of the building and was now waving at them.

The girl stepped out of the taxi when it neared the building, the driver still in shock. She leaned over the window to pay the driver. She stopped momentarily to look at his driver’s license, which was fixed onto the dashboard. “Remember not to tell anyone about this place, Robert Finn.” She whispered. The driver shuddered, trying to keep himself calm as he started to drive away.

“You didn’t have to scare him, Vienna. You look upset,” the boy said. He had the same shiny brown hair as Vienna, but his eyes were a dark shade of aquamarine green. He was wearing a long sleeved shirt underneath a blue blazer imprinted with the logo of the Blackthorne Academic Institute for Boys, underneath the name “Alexander Vail”.

Vienna took a look inside the building, and saw a dozen company-made cars inside. Her gaze was fixed onto a silver convertible in the farthest end of the building. She closed the door and turned to face Alexander. “Genevieve took my car today, so she could go to an appointment. My phone’s battery died just as I was about to call you and Alexandra to pick me up. I had to complete some documents for the new transferees, which took an hour to finish. I missed my violin lessons because of it, and I had to wait for thirty minutes for a cab that could acutally drive this far from the city.”  she raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Why should I be upset?”

“You know, Vienna, you’re scary when you’re upset,” Alexander said as she stepped onto a narrow dirt path behind the garage. He followed her into the Blackthorne Forest.

Vienna watched the trees as she continued her walk. “Why would you say that I’m angry?” she looked back at the Alexander and smiled innocently. “Do I look angry?”

Alexander sighed just when the path reached a dead end. He found himself staring into a thick line of trees. “You don’t, but then…you never show any emotion. For you, it’s like be happy, or feel nothing at all.” He stepped sideways between two of the trees in front of him, and almost immediately, he saw himself in the center of a small circle of brick. “It’s creepy,”

“I have to agree with Lex on this one,” a girl with white-blond hair stepped out of the trees, surprising Alexander. Her dark green yes stared worriedly at Vienna. ‘normally, I’d go against him, but this time, he’s right. Besides, I’m his twin sister,”

“My twin sister who wants me to have a heart attack,” Alexander complained. “Next time, give me a warning before you come out like that,”

Alexandra Vail, Alexadner’s twin sister, grinned devilishly at him, “But then, the warning’s going to be even more surprising,”

“Only when you don’t expect it,”

“You can never expect a warning,”

“Yes, you can,”

“No way, that’s impossible,’

“But then, what if the warning isn’t surprising?”

Vienna shook her head. She inhaled and felt her eyes  grow silver. Wings started to sprout through small, invisible slits at the back of her cardigan, their pure white feathers taking in the light. They spread across the entire diameter of the circle. The twins silenced almost immediately and followed suit, their wings a stunning shade of gold.

“Let’s go, guys,” Vienna told them, “Genevieve is waiting,” Her gaze drifted toward a silver falcon flying overhead, hidden partially by the blinding sun. Vienna took in the surroundings while she lifted her wings. The cold air swept around her like a miniature tornado, nveloping her in a swirl of leaves swept away by the cool dusk air.  In a dizzying flash of light, she vanished.

Suffering Angel

From the Archives of the Chrystal Gems Journal

A Letter From an Angel

Dear Chrystal Gems,

                Once upon a time, I was just a normal sixteen-year-old. Actually, I was the typical nerd, except for the fact that I spent an extra two hours at school every afternoon to wait for my dad to pick me up, but who could live a normal life when you find out that instead of your dad, his bodyguards are going to bring you home.

                I am Pen Angel. Other people would kill to be where I am now, but I would die to end my living nightmares.

                I wished I died at that moment. Why did I have to see them? I was going to be gone in a few weeks, out of their lives forever. Why couldn’t they just let me leave in peace? Are they that soulless to let me suffer one last time, even when I’m already doing what they wanted?

                I’m starting to think that the reason why I’m alive is only to suffer under their hands. An angel trapped in the cold depths of Hell, and held back by the very people she trusted most. I am free to live, but not to die.

                I’m the guardian angel who protects them, and yet goes unseen. I’m the protector of the very people who fail to notice me. My name is Pen Angel, the heir of their suffering.

Everlastingly Yours,

Pen Angel

Sitting on Providence

Life was made precious so that when it ends, it will feel like you've lost your entire will to live. Free to live as free spirits as though you were just sitting back on your couch, watching movies on the television. But watching everything unfold without having the will to change it, only hoping that the day will come that you will be able to do it once again, only to live as another being, with as much will to direct your past life as much as in the times when you could only sit back. But it hurts more since you know that this time, you have the choice to do so, but not the power to do it.

Fate and Destiny: Different Similarities

The destiny of every person is said to unfold through the positions of the stars in the sky, according to some "amateur" astrologers, a.k.a. fortune tellers. Our fates and destinies entwine in a never-ending cycle of rebirth through the "resurrection" of the soul.

The Recurring Versions

I'm not sure i people ever read this, but I'm sorry for those who do. When I changed the pages and posts - basically editing the entire blog - there were a lot of revisions made.
Sorry for the inconvenience! (Cliche)
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