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 me 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