L
Lewi
Guest
Original poster
The young angel was laying strewn across the cold and hard ground outside. Her physical form one should say for her spirit form was nowhere near where her body was. Shallow breaths left the girls pink perfect lips and her marvelous blue eyes were shut. She'd be this way for a long time. It would be hard telling how long.
Her body was still as perfect and beautiful as any woman's could be, but it was also sickly. More sickly than before. She was as pale as the snow nearly her skin only holding the basest form of color. Her hair didn't seem to shine as it had before. It was rich in color but dull. Her tattered clothes had allowed patches of her skin to become purple with the cold. Especially her feet and fingers. Her nose was pink from the cold. And tears streaked down the young woman's face.
But her being was not with her body. Not entirely. She was being punished. Punished severely. Even though in a strange twisted way the girls words were meant to try to help lady Wynne and to help her get some bearings about herself. It was not that she was being punished for. It was her feelings of jealousy.
The older lady and young charge inside the red crossroads house had no idea how much suffering the little angel really was going through. She felt pain so much deeper than the others here because before now she'd never felt it before. She'd never known pain and suffering. She'd never known these complex emotions. She'd always been taught that she mattered. She was more than just a person. That she was special. That her happiness mattered.
But now she was being told the opposite. Her happiness didnt matter. All that mattered was that she get to Tir Cadyr and birth the savior child. She was a tool nothing more. Meant to be cast aside like a child's old play thing when they were through with her. Left to wander this earth alone and without her child once it had grown to considerable size to be trained. She was to be cast out to do as she pleased. Alone.
Lonliness was perhaps the most painful of wounds. It was the hardest to heal. No pain of the flesh could measure to it. And it couldn't be healed with medicines and tonics. She was feeling the suffering of the emotion. The fear that it would come to her. For she had never been completely understood in this world. She probably never would. But she was thrust into it overnight and she didn't know if she could bear it alone.
When she thought of who she wanted to take this lonliness away and prevent it from happening Adalis came to her mind. She wanted his companionship. For it had already been said once. She loved him more than life itself. She would give up her wings to have him feel the same.
Her wings. The only appendages that freed her of this world. That allowed her to soar in the sky like a bird. Of course it's been said angels were the original creatures of flight and that they themselves taught the birds. That when someone saw an angel fly it was an indescribable thing. A beauty not seen by man. But she would give them up for Adalis.
Her punishment was severe and by no means quick. It was going to make sure she learned her lesson. But she did not understand how to control what she felt. No being could. They could pretend but they could not control how they felt. She was no exception. So it basically rendered her punishment another form of suffering.
After the long bout of time she was sent back. And the first thing to work was her ears.
Her body was still as perfect and beautiful as any woman's could be, but it was also sickly. More sickly than before. She was as pale as the snow nearly her skin only holding the basest form of color. Her hair didn't seem to shine as it had before. It was rich in color but dull. Her tattered clothes had allowed patches of her skin to become purple with the cold. Especially her feet and fingers. Her nose was pink from the cold. And tears streaked down the young woman's face.
But her being was not with her body. Not entirely. She was being punished. Punished severely. Even though in a strange twisted way the girls words were meant to try to help lady Wynne and to help her get some bearings about herself. It was not that she was being punished for. It was her feelings of jealousy.
The older lady and young charge inside the red crossroads house had no idea how much suffering the little angel really was going through. She felt pain so much deeper than the others here because before now she'd never felt it before. She'd never known pain and suffering. She'd never known these complex emotions. She'd always been taught that she mattered. She was more than just a person. That she was special. That her happiness mattered.
But now she was being told the opposite. Her happiness didnt matter. All that mattered was that she get to Tir Cadyr and birth the savior child. She was a tool nothing more. Meant to be cast aside like a child's old play thing when they were through with her. Left to wander this earth alone and without her child once it had grown to considerable size to be trained. She was to be cast out to do as she pleased. Alone.
Lonliness was perhaps the most painful of wounds. It was the hardest to heal. No pain of the flesh could measure to it. And it couldn't be healed with medicines and tonics. She was feeling the suffering of the emotion. The fear that it would come to her. For she had never been completely understood in this world. She probably never would. But she was thrust into it overnight and she didn't know if she could bear it alone.
When she thought of who she wanted to take this lonliness away and prevent it from happening Adalis came to her mind. She wanted his companionship. For it had already been said once. She loved him more than life itself. She would give up her wings to have him feel the same.
Her wings. The only appendages that freed her of this world. That allowed her to soar in the sky like a bird. Of course it's been said angels were the original creatures of flight and that they themselves taught the birds. That when someone saw an angel fly it was an indescribable thing. A beauty not seen by man. But she would give them up for Adalis.
Her punishment was severe and by no means quick. It was going to make sure she learned her lesson. But she did not understand how to control what she felt. No being could. They could pretend but they could not control how they felt. She was no exception. So it basically rendered her punishment another form of suffering.
After the long bout of time she was sent back. And the first thing to work was her ears.