Angel's Origin

My name is Angel. Not much is to be said about me. I don't know when I was born. I don't know where I lived, or anything about my past. It remains an enigma. All I could remember is waking up in a plain, in the middle of nowhere. I Wondering what I was doing there, and who I am. I remember seeing a chain and locket with the word "Angel" written on it, so I called myself that. While wondering on my own, I happen to notice all these different flowers around. Some were lively and very vibrant in color. Some look like they were dying. I was looking at the dead flower and was about to pick it. When I grabbed it, it sprung to life again. I didn't know what had happen. I thought I was the one who brought the flower to life. Then, an old couple saw me. "Deary, why are you out here?" Said the old woman. "Come along, dear, we will help you." The old couple had taken me into their residence.

I was given some tea and a cover as I sat by the fireplace. The old couple came to me. "Where are you from?" I responded softly, "I don't know." "Do you have family?" "No." "None?" "None." "What is your name?" I looked at my locket and answered. "Angel." "Angel? That's a peculiar name." "It's on my locket." She saw it. "My dear. I remember something similar to this. I had one long ago. I gave it to my granddaughter, before I lost her." "I'm sorry to hear that." "Oh that's all right dear." She sat in a chair nearby. "I remember her to this day. She was five, and the two of us would sit next to this fire. I would tell her stories of our life before she was born. I would tell her stories of our family's history. Sometimes she would cozy up next to me and my husband and sleep." "What happened to her?” “I don't know. She disappeared one day, out in the field. I remember finding her necklace and saw that she wasn't around. My husband and I cried until we couldn't cry any more. I took her locket and tossed it into the river where she used to play. It has been seven long years since that day. If she was still around, she would be your age.” She just sat there quietly. I got up and sat next to her. She hugged me. Since then, she and her husband have always called me their granddaughter, and I called them my grandparents. I lived there for three years.

They lived on a tiny field where Grandma would work in her garden and Grandpa would drive to a nearby city to negotiate his goods to others. It was a small garden of vegetables and fruits. My Grandma would teach me how to grow plants and how I should pay attention to their needs. My Grandpa, would teach me his wisdom of being a true good honest person in life. He told me of the importance of life and how we should live it. I felt as though as I have found my family. I loved them and they loved me. I was living a life I never thought I could exist. However, living there I learned some stuff about myself. I would sometimes read my grandparents minds, which I thought was weird, so I never told them. Sometimes at night, I would have dreams of future events. I couldn't explain it. Despite the weirdness, I had some interest of my own. I remember one day, Grandpa was shooting arrows at a target on a hay bale. "Grandpa, what are you doing?" "Target practice. Sometime small animals get into our garden and eat our veggies. I usually scare them off like this." I was interested in the bow and arrows. "Want to try it?" "Sure." On my first shot, I didn't shoot it very far. “Don't get discouraged. Not everyone can get their first bull’s-eye on their first arrow. Try it again. This time, focus on the target. Concentrate. Don't shoot until you see the center grow as big as a melon.” I was focusing, and I saw the target grew. I aimed and shot. It was a bull’s-eye. "Good job. You did it, honey.” "Yay!" I was jumping for joy. Grandpa stops me for a minute and was staring at my back. "Angel, I never noticed that you had a picture of wings on the back on your shirt." "Really?" "Yeah." "That's weird." Grandma called to us for supper. "We better get in deary."

We were at the table discussing my bull’s-eye I hit. "You know," said Grandpa. "Legend has it that it was Robin Hood himself that taught our family how to use a bow and arrow." "Really?" "Yeah." "That's cool." We continued eating until Grandpa heard a noise. "It must be some racoons." He grabbed his bow and arrow and went outside. Grandma and I were still eating until we heard a gun shot. We both feared the worst. "Stay here." Grandma ran to the door and screamed. Bandits came barging into the house. They had a gun at Grandma's chest. I hid as soon as I saw them. Luckily, they didn't see me. I snuck toward the door where I saw Grandpa, dead. I was shocked. I saw the bow and arrows and took it from him. The bandits were harassing Grandma. "All right, we're taking your produce for ourselves. You do anything to interfere and you’re dead." I couldn't let them take the vegetables. So I aimed an arrow at one of the bandit's foot and shot it. They turn to see me. "Hey girlie. You shot one of my men. I’ll shoot you." I covered my eyes. I could hear my Grandma scream as he pulled the trigger. I didn't get shot. As I open my eyes, I saw a wing protecting me. It came from my back. The bandits were scared. Then the leader said, "Fine, if I can't kill you . . . " he turned his gun to Grandma and shot her. "NOOOOOOOO!" I yelled. She fell to the floor. They were aiming their guns at me. I used my wings to fly into the air. They tried to shoot me but missed. I shot some arrows at them. Of course I missed because I couldn't shoot straight. I flew out of the house to safety. The bandits were about to follow until the leader said, "No, let her go, we have other business to take care of."

When I returned, the house was on fire and the bandits drove away with the plants. I saw my only home go up in smoke. The old couple died. Both innocent. They took me in as one of their own. I cried that whole night. The next morning, I took their charred bodies and buried them in the garden, and put wooden crosses next to where they lay. I stay their mourning for the longest of time. Then, I had a vision of myself. I was seeing me teaming up with a boy in a dark suit in a fight for justice. I couldn't believe what I saw. Somehow, I felt it was telling me something, like a vision. I knew my purpose as of this point. I was here on earth because I was meant to protect the innocent. Then, a traveling fortune teller was passing by and talked to me. "I know who you are and why you are here." Said the fortune teller. "You do?" "Yes, you have powers in which a guardian spirit of the heavens has." "You know of my powers?" "Yes. Only a few can possess it." "Can you tell me something about my past I don't know?" "Sorry dear, It is as clouded to me as it is to you. However, I can help you realize your powers’ potential." "I willing to learn as long as I can to figure out about myself." I took some seeds from the house and some flowers and whatever vegetables were left and put them in my satchel. I grabbed anything I had left, grabbed my grandfather's bow, and the photo album my grandmother showed me the day I came to the house. I gave one last tearful good-bye as I left to travel with the gypsy.

She was a strange woman, but very wise. She would travel from town to town to give people a glance into their future. No one knew if she was real or not, but I believe her. She knew of my powers more than I knew of them. She helped me learn to read minds, and try and predict the future. I trained under her to gain more control of my powers. Then, I came to Xion City. "Young one, I done as much as I can. Your training will continue under a man stronger than I. Find him, he will help." "How will I find him?" "Your powers. He will sense you powers, he will find you." The gypsy left. I now search the city for the one she mentioned. I will be stronger, for my sake, and for others.