Above the Clouds

Chapter 2

And that's when she fell from the sky. An Angel. One that had the prophecy that could change the lives of Angels for eternity. For the best or for the worst. We just don't know. This special package, drifting dwn to Earth in a woven cradle, rocking the newborn to sleep.

When it first fell through the Heavens it was like every other newborn baby. On that had no memorable features. As the baby descended down to earth, that all changed.

The wind didn't just rock the baby to sleep, it blew colour into its cheeks. They were now as rosy as red apples.The babys skin which was rather pale at the beginning was starting to tan as the sun sone on its like a laser beam. Slowing, as it passed each fluffly cloud, its once bald head, sprouted a caramel coloured lock of curly hair. The baby's arms and legs grew bulkier as they grew muscle. Muscle that would no doubt become useful to her someday when she has to duel some deadly creatures. As the baby came closer to Earth, the baby's lashes stated to thicken and curl as if she was born a beauty expert. Mascara applied perfectly. As if. The baby's face was now growing very distint features. It had a cute stubby nose and rosy pink lips. The brain was still forming, it was growing by the second. The baby's growth would only cease the millisecond its cradle touched Earth.

The cradle was exquisitely woven Angel style. Clouds and dreams. Threaded together to make a luxury transportation for the newborn. These cradles were hand-made and ordered months before the baby is born. This is due to the fact that the weavers must always collect the best clouds and the best dreams, otherwise they ould be fired as the pregnant Angel would be far frome pleased if the baby Angel slept in a cradle of nightmares. Obviously to the human eye, this is just plain straw, they are oblivious to what the Angel eye can see. This is called 'the veil' not the most original name, but it requires no explanation. At least for those that deem ntelligent, which is equal to an average Angel's IQ.

Resuming to the journey to Earth, the wind and the clouds seem to bid the cradle. They seemed to make way for the baby as they cushioned its fall to Earth. The cradle landed with a soft hud, but luckily the baby didn't wake. Tied to the cradle from the Heavens was a crisp snowy-white name tag. Miraculously, their wasn't a single crease from the long tedious journey.On this name tag, it read: Lightning Blanche Fenstone.