Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong. The bells, the bells, the incessant song of the bells, ringing every day. It was enough to drive any sane person, and already being on the edge I gripped my hair and screamed, ripping out strands of my oh so prized silver hair. Within seconds the holy maidens, my holy maidens were rushing into the room. Guards searching the room to be sure everything was okay while the maidens gently pulled my fingers from my hair and began to soothe me with soft murmurs that everything would be alright.
Why? Why couldn't they just leave me in peace! My eyes burned with frustrated tears and I buried my face into my hands, feeling my body close to letting it all out. The Crystal Angel. Damn the Crystal Angel. Damn me, and everyone who worshiped me. All because I had these blasted wings, and these silver hair and eyes. The Holy Maidens started to get me ready for the service that I would have to run. Only 18, and already I was treated like some High Angel. Well you know what, I don't even know what a Crystal Angel does or can do! My powers haven't manifested yet so THERE. Not that anyone knew that.
The Holy Maidens finished brushing and putting up my hair into an elegant bun, with diamonds woven throughout it. Someone gently brushed makeup on my face and laid out a dress for me. They all stepped back and gave curtseys "We welcome you to our temple Priestess on High." their voices ringing together and having a soft melody. The head maiden stepped forward "Once you are ready simply open the door and we will take you. Remember though -"
I interrupted the Holy Maiden with a roll of my eyes "Of course, nothing but white and silver"
The maiden frowned but she gave a deeper curtsey afraid she'd hurt my feelings somehow and trying to make up for it. "Yes, my Lady. You are correct."
When they left, I went and stood in front of the mirror in the dress I was supposed to wear, paired with silver heels. I felt nothing. They were all doing their job. Every day I felt like I was going to war. Tears finally leaked from my cheeks and I wiped them away quickly not to ruin the make-up job one of those maidens had done. Those bells were my death knell. They signaled my utter submission. My lock here. I fell down to my knees bowing my head into my hands allowing for a moment of weakness before I finally stood, brushed myself off and turned to meet my daily fate.
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Running from Heaven
FantasyElysian is an angel who was destined for greatness since birth - according to everyone else. She is the epitome of a perfect angel. She is a Crystal Angel, with wings that are crystalline and reflective. She has silver hair and eyes. Even at birth s...
