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How Shy are Fate and Hope (Prologue Part 4/Last) I ran to Ztiera's room, partly happy, partly scared, and partly perplexed. At first, her head tilted and her face went cross-eyed, taking several minutes for her to come to terms with the situation, but then she grinned with realization. She rationalized that this proved everything she had always stood for: angels and demons aren't that different. She concluded that since we were created in the same way, and from the same energy, then the line that divided us was thinner and quite more unstable than we thought. She made it her goal to spread the word around the world, so that the whole lifeless community would be aware of this phenomenon, but that would have to wait until the children grew up, of course. The next day, Ztiera hastily went out to make some preparations for a small trip. She would go alone to someplace she wouldn't tell me, and I would take care of the children for the three days she was away. The mor
How Shy are Fate and Hope (Prologue Part 3) "Where do you come from, boy," she inquired. Her voice was low and soothing, still, I didn't answer. She raised her hands and patted her striped dress, showing herself clean, "see, I'm not dangerous. Now tell me. What is your name?" "Bhoru
" The words escaped from my mouth like a bird freeing itself from its cage, and shortly after I regretted it. There, under the lights, I was able to distinguish a pair of cuddly white wings growing from her back, and a golden halo glowing over her head. Of all the places I could enter, I had to end up in an angel's house. "I know what you're thinking," she cooed gently, "but don't allow me to worry you. Unlike many of my fellow angels, I like demons very much. After all, aren't we all made from the same energy?" I retreated timidly. No way an angel could be so nice; it had to be a trap, but she didn't mo
How Shy are Fate and Hope (Prologue Part 2) Numberless amounts of people turned to see me, for; apparently, a child of my age walking alone through the streets was a rare sight. I rendered no attention to them and kept searching. At the very least I had to find a place to stay. Yet, days passed and nothing. I paced the same streets over and over, until the locals started recognizing me. Some of the old women that gathered round the vegetable market chattered with gossip, creating the most imaginative tales about why I strolled alone. The small children giggled and snickered innocently as I walked past the beautiful green park where they played, and watched them with lonely eyes. Mothers looked away, as if the mere sight of me might make them responsible for my care. So I was alone, completely alone. That was my undeniable truth, until I started daring into the buildings around me. The shops, the parks, the restaurants, all did I see I would enter with please; searching, always searching. The c
How Shy are Fate and Hope (Prologue Part 1) This isn't the regular diary you would find hidden under your sister's pillow. No. This is the diary of a demon who became an angel, an angel who lost his wings, and a wingless angel who became a demon
or in Auriano, the language of the lifeless, ip. I'm sure now you must be asking with skeptic eyes what I ever did to become an angel, lose my wings and turn into a demon. You must believe I'm the evil one in the story, and though I won't deny my devilish nature, I must pop your bubble right now. I hope that by the time you finish reading this your mind has changed enough to understand that you've been wrong all along about angels and demons. The pure creatures with bright white wings and the hideous species made to bring suffering don't exactly fit the description of an angel and a demon. True, angels are sided to protect the good and destroy the bad; true, demons are cold-hearted creatures that bring nothing