My Book.
02:27 Jul 28 2009
Times Read: 577
Dark Angel
Ceciliana Stormrage is a 6,000 year old dark angel. While dark angels were cast out of heaven, because of their love for lust, Ceciliana is not one of the original dark angels that were cast out. Ceciliana is from the city of Lunahria, on the planet of Lunatahria. While she is the princess of the dark angels, she is also a warrior. All dark angels are trained in all arts of fighting. At the age of eleven, the children of royalty and nobility are taken from their families and fostered out to common families until the age of twenty. The reason for this is so that when they come into what ever position of power they are supposed to inherit, they understand and can relate to the people they rule over. The children are allowed to spend time during the year with their real families, so that their families can see what kind of person their child is becoming. If the child is in a foster home that is negative towards the child’s development in any way, the child is then taken away and fostered to a different family. Ceciliana is married to Thadduseus Stormrage and has two children, Illaden, who is the oldest, and Solinariah, who is a still a baby.
My idea is to have an entire series from the time Ceciliana is a child, to the time when her daughter reaches her 70th birthday.
The Beginning.
Introduction to chapter one
In the beginning, Ceciliana, or Ceci for short, is about to turn eleven. Her older sister, Alanisah left a year ago to go to her foster family. Next month, two days after her birthday Ceciliana will make the journey to her foster family. While she is living with her foster family, she will help with chores, along with taking lessons alongside her foster siblings in all forms of war skills. She will laugh and cry with this family until she turns twenty, when she will make the journey back to her real family, with a single escort. The road home will not be an easy one. There will be bandits, and a few who know who she is. She will be tested every step of the way.
The Beginning
“Come out, come out, where ever you are!” my little brother, Enish yelled as he ran into the antechamber to my parents room. I climbed out of my hiding spot underneath her bed, opened one of the many hidden doorways in the palace and slipped in, the door closing silently behind me. From my new hiding spot I watched from a small hole in the wall as my little brother came into the room, looking for me. “Ceci, are you in here? Mother sent me to find you and tell you that Lani‘s home” he said as he crept from place to place around the large room looking for me. After looking underneath the bed (a good thing I left that hiding place!) and behind the tapestries, he left the room to go look someplace else. I waited for a few more minutes, just in case he’d decided to come back. When I was sure he wasn’t going to, I opened the hidden doorway and climbed back out of the passage.
Lani’s home, I thought to myself. I hadn’t seen her in at least a year. Alanisah, my older sister, had left last year to for her fostering. On special occasions she was allowed to come back for a visit, I guessed my birthday counted as a special occasion. As I hurried to the gardens, where I’d guessed she might be, I paused to check myself in large mirror in one of the corridors for anything that might give away the place I’d just left. After making sure that there was no dust or dirt on my clothes, I continued to the gardens.
As soon as she saw me, Lani jumped up, ran to me and hugged me tightly. This was her first year of fostering, so it had been hard on her. As I hugged my sister, I looked over her shoulder at our mother. In her late hundreds, she was still as beautiful as she was when she was twenty, or so our father always said, with long, silver hair reaching past her hips, eyes of a soft lavender flecked with silver, long, slender arms and legs, wings dark as midnight. But then again, that was not all that surprising. People of our race quit physically aging at the age of twenty. But her soft looks could be deceiving. My mother and father, along with every other Dark Angel, were seasoned warriors. I had never seen them in actual battle, but I had watched them sparring with each other. If I hadn’t known they were only sparring, I would have sworn they were trying to kill each other.
Lani and I released each other and sat down on opposite sides of our mother. “So…,” I asked my sister, “how is your fostering going so far?” As I sat back listening to my sister tell of her first year of fostering, I studied her. She was twelve years old now, and I could tell that, though she must have missed us all terribly, her fostering was agreeing with her. I could tell already that she was losing some of the pale, softness that comes from living indoors. Even though before she’d left she didn’t spend all of her time inside, she was still pale and soft, as was I. But after living, on a farm I believe, for a year she was replacing that pale, softness for a tan and was developing muscles. Slowly, I tuned back to what Lani was saying excitedly, “Oh, and I’ve been given a horse and am learning how to train it!”
“Really?,” I asked surprised, “you’re already learning how to train horses and such?”
“Yes,’’ she replied, “and I’ve already made friends with some of the children in the village.”
“Well, I’m glad,” my mother said, “that you’re making friends, dear. Ceci, Lani just arrived and I think we should give her some time to rest. Besides, you and I are needed to oversee the decorations for your birthday in the banquet hall.”
Mother and I left Lani to go to her rooms and get some rest.
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