This story is . . . . . odd, not fully developed, and I have no idea where I’m going with it. Still, I hope to one day finish it because I like the general idea of the story. I got the idea for the story from a combination of two things. The first was a way fun series called The Fallen (about fallen angels and other stuff. It’s a great book. Go read it.) The other inspiration was from a poem I always said when I was little. Anyway, this story (as far as I have decided) is about a girl who no longer believes in angels. Then (for some reason and way I have yet to decide) her guardian angel becomes human. Well, kind of. Like I said, I don’t really know where this story is going. Still, I thought it would be good to give you a general idea of where it is going. This is. . . . . . part of the prologue. I’m still planning on making it longer and prettier. (as soon as I have time.)

I put this story in general fiction because I’m not really sure what kind of fiction it will end up as. I may move it latter if I find a better place for it. I put it in a secondary genre of romance because I’m hoping some will develop in this story. The idea for that romance is still going strong, but I have yet to write anything for it. If you’re really hoping for some romance in this story, you’ll have to stick around and read it for a long time. ; )

Anyway, enjoy.

Angel of God

My guardian dear

To whom God’s love

Commits thee here

Ever this night

Be at my side

To watch and guard

To rule and guide

When I was five years old, I started to recite this poem ever night before going to sleep. At first it was just for protection from the monsters I knew were under my bed, no matter how much my mother denied it. It was always a comfort knowing there was a being as powerful as an angel watching out for me. I was sure that my guardian angel could beat the crap out of any monsters who might dare to poke their heads out from under my tiny bed.

By the time I was seven, I knew there were no monsters under my bed. After seeing the movie Jurassic Park, however, I was sure that the raptors were going to show up in my house sooner or later. So, I kept praying to my guardian angel.

At eight years old, I had successfully overcome my fears of dinosaurs and monsters. That’s not to say I didn’t still have the occasional nightmare about them, but I knew that they didn’t exist. After three years of praying every night before bed, however, it had become a bit of a habit. I still loved the thought of an angel always being there to protect me, even if its protection wasn’t needed. I was so happy to have my angel around, that I even gave him a name. I wasn’t sure if he had a name already, but thought it was better for someone to have two names rather than none at all, so I named him Nox.

When I reached the age of nine, I suffered a great shock in learning that Santa Clause, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny weren’t real. I was devastated. I talked to Nox about this, as I had talked to him about everything else that had happened since I was eight. After a couple months, however, I began to wonder. If Santa and the Easter Bunny aren’t real, are there really such things as angels? And even if angels do exist, why would one bother protecting me?

That was the day I stopped talking to Nox. I didn’t even recite the guardian angel prayer before bed, as I had for almost five years now. What’s the point in praying to someone who doesn’t exist? It was around that time that I stopped paying attention in church. I wouldn’t have gone at all if my mother had let me. Finally, when I was fifteen, she stopped forcing me to go to church. Since then, I haven’t given a second thought to guardian angels.