I typed this up about an hour ago. Not quite sure where it came from. Have fun!

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Post-Angelus

The little demon-child gleefully ran towards her favorite spot in the woods, a glade that enclosed part of a river. During the day, the sun flitered down through the leaves, leaving the area in a green-tinted glow. Usually the child played here alone, mimicking the great warriors papa told her about in stories, and pretending that no one could tell her what to do. It was her sanctuary, where she could be whatever, whoever she wanted to be, without anyone telling her otherwise. But today there was someone she had never seen before. Or something. It had on a light blue, almost translucently so, cloth wrapped around its body, long tattered white wings stretched haphazardly around, and shoulder length brown hair.

It faced the river, so she didn't know if it had a face or not. Maybe it was one of those monsters papa told her about! But wait, they had silver wings, not grey, and they were supposed to be flawless, not tattered. Maybe if she tiptoed away, she might not get eaten. But no! It was sitting on her rock, next to her river, in her glade! She stalked towards the being angrily.

"Hey, you!" she squeaked, "This is my secret spot! No-one's allowed in unless they know the secret password!"

The intruder looked up towards the child, revealing the pale (but perfectly normal) face of a woman with startlingly blue eyes and a slightly amused smile. Not a monster, then.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. I found it by accident and had nowhere else to go, so I stayed. I'll leave now."

The woman grinned ruefully as she got up, slowly gathering in her wings lest she injured them further. Her eyes showed worry at having to find another sanctuary, when so few were left that weren't guarded by hostile demons. The girl noticed her sad look and grabbed the figure's cloth.

"Wait. It's okay. You don't have to go. ... Uhm... are you angel?" The girl had gestured towards the bedraggled wings, not quite sure what to make of them. The woman smiled softly at this innocent question, wondering how to explain her state to a young child, a demon-child no less!

"Once... long ago. I'm just another faerie now. It's alright," she quickly added, seeing the distressed cloud form over the girl's face, "I like it this way. I'm allowed to think."

"Oh." The demon-child brightened up consideribly with the new information and almost bounced in excitement. "You're a faerie? Do you really eat baby dragons? What's that you're wearing? Where're your weapons? Can I see them? What was being an angel like? Can I touch your wings? Ooh! Ooh! What do angels think about? Wait, I meant faeries! What do faeries think about?"

The faerie laughed and kneeled down next to the girl.

"Calm down, there's no rush. Ah... let's see now. Yes, I am a faerie. No, I don't eat baby dragons (Who would? They're IMPOSSIBLE to catch!). I'm wearing a tutela, normal post-angelus wear. I don't carry weapons. Go ahead and feel them, just be gentle. And I don't know what angels think about, or other faeries, but me...well..." she trailed off uncertainly to gaze thoughtfully at the tinkling river. The girl poked the winged being, almost rudely, in an attempt to make her finish.

"Papa always taught me that you should always finish what you say before doing something else. He says that if you don't, bad things will happen. I don't want bad things to happen. I don't think you do, either."

The woman smiled. "I'm sorry, you're absolutely right. Well. I think that maybe..."

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Tutela - Means "protection" in Latin. Bit uncreative, I know.

Cliffhanger. OHNOES! Er... to be honest, I sorta completely forgot what she was supposed to say. It's pretty crazy, considering the inspiration for this came from a few lines that she was supposed to say at this moment. I'll get it finished soon! Just..probably not until a few more days. Anyways, please review! Help on structuring this thing would be greatly appreciated, as well as any other constructive criticism. Cheers!