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The things of fate, music, and love (Chapter1)
Some lives are only known half-way. Mine is one of them, so for you to fully understand, I must tell you the story of those around me. What I'm about to narrate to you is nothing but the truth, a truth based on my own observations and those of my Veiled Canary…I mean…my secret informant. Don't worry; you'll meet him later.
But going back to the topic in hand, I must say I've known them long before they knew me. Curiosity and my own secret goal have always pushed me towards my kind, and here I found two most unique samples. Love and wonder for the unknown forced me to follow them indefinitely; learn about them; get to like them; but in the end, it all fell flat on my face. Destiny always suffers.
Some lives are only known half-way. Mine is one of them, so for you to fully understand, I must tell you the story of those around me. What I'm about to narrate to you is nothing but the truth, a truth based on my own obs
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
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