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Chapter 1: A Fate that is Broken

She may not be the oldest being in the world but she existed long before the country to whose mythology she belongs to, Faith Cove. She's been alive since years of Before Christ, Before Common Era...no matter what one calls B.C., she existed during those years...

Most women when asked their age are sometimes insulted or simply refuse to answer. I simply lie most of the time. I have to because if I didn't, I would be called insane and sent to live in an asylum. How old am I? I have existed since the years of B.C. Or B.C.E., whatever it is called these days. Do the math yourself to find a range, as I will not reveal my age. See? Asylum material right? So one would think, but I do not lie. I do not expect human life to believe me so an asylum is a viable response I guess. Yet if they would honestly think I would be caged so easily, they are foolish. I would be gone by morning, for I am the angel of fate. I exist in the wind, the water, the fire, the earth, the light, the darkness. I cannot be pinned down, unless I wish to be. I have no pulse and due to this, I fear only a few things. One being an ambulance called upon for my sake and the other being medical care called for my sake. Why? Long ago, these things landed me in a research facility on an island that I highly doubt has been mapped; due to the absence of my pulse. Scariest place I've ever been in, the memory runs chills up my spine and makes me shake. Shaking makes the hollow hole in my back hurt, but almost anything makes that thing hurt like hell, really makes me upset sometimes.

Where am I? Oh right, standing on top of the tallest building of Faith Cove. I am an angel of fate, but I'm part of a specific country's mythology; Faith Cove's mythology. Faith Cove is a very special country formed from volcanic materials that erupted from an underwater volcano in the year 2100. A beautiful country covered in flowers that is only one hundred years old and has never, ever been in a single war with any other country nor at war with any part of itself. The closet thing this country gets to a war is the fights it's mages go through to protect it from evil mages or monsters. Not only that but of course, sadly, Faith Cove has crime. Although it is much, much, much less than the crime rates of any other country, as it has the lowest crime rate in the world, Faith Cove still suffers from criminals of every type, every violence, every pain, every existing crime. There is murder, there is rape, there is fraud, there is pain, there is every evil the world can know. It doesn't escape from the reality that there is evil everywhere, nothing escapes from that truth in this world in which we all live. I know that far too well. Far too well.

Faith Cove has two secrets; one that's known country-wide and one that only a certain group knows. The country-wide is that overlaying the entire, huge country of Faith Cove is an alternate dimension called Hall Marie that people walking along, minding their own business, can slip into so long as they aren't looking for it. The minute you are out to find it, you won't fall in at all. Once you fall in, coming back is nearly impossible. Truthfully it can take years and honestly no one is truly sure how you can get back if you do. Some never do, they live the rest of their lives in Hall Marie and pass away, never to be heard of again. Hall Marie isn't bad, just like a large city of its own with everything anyone might ever need. It never runs out of supplies, living standards aren't bad; so its not the end of the world if you end up there.

The other secret belongs to myself as well as my colleagues. Also lying over Faith Cove is the world of their mythology and its only the mythology that knows of it. No one else, unless brought by a member of it, can even access the little world we've built for ourselves. Unlike Faith Cove, however, its quite prejudice and rather ridiculous. The angels of fate are held by stupid rules and idiotic protocols that a stupid council comes up with. Can't we overthrow it? No. No of course not because all of us are immortals. That and the council rarely comes out of their silly little building anyway. The world is in factions; angels, angels of fate, gods and goddesses, element spirits, spirits, and any other pieces of the mythology. Most factions run well and treat each other well. Mine, the angels of fate, tends to run well but I'm not a highly thought of piece of it. I'm not loved, I'm not appreciated, and I'm on trial.

Yes, trial. For something that was not my fault. I've been on trial for over a millennium. You see, there are a few angels of fate. My mother and father, whom are retired and almost never come out of their house; they almost always just stay in there, make more kids when they wish, and send those kids out as fast as possible for me to take care of. Yes, me; I have to mother them. My older sister Lana had to raise me part way but in fairness, I raised myself. I had to, Lana was too busy and my parents weren't raising a thing. I have a younger brother named Kei, whom is the only one that really actually loves me and is the only one I get along with at all. That's because we're the middle children and we aren't the jewels of the family; neither of us are loved or appreciated. My younger sister Mika was a jewel along with Lana; to where it became that they were the ones left with less work to do and less cares to deal with. They worked some but Kei and I were left with the brunt of it; these similarities and the fact I raised him probably are the reasons we're the siblings that don't fight so much and don't try to kill each other. Meanwhile, Lana and Mika are hailed across the faction while Kei and I go months at times without sleep. Unfair isn't it? But its the fate we are left with. I don't exactly fight it so I guess I have no room to truly complain.

But I am blamed for one incident, where a jewel was lost and the other lost her voice.

Lana was sent on a top secret and classified mission to work with fate as we're supposed to. Before then, Lana wasn't someone to complain about terribly aside from being treated better than myself and Kei. She was kind, she did care, she was bright, and always hyper; ready to help out anyone that needed it. She was a sunny girl.

However, one day, I was simply in our home in the mythology world with Mika. Kei was on one of his missions in the arctic and every single day since then, I thank fate for that. At some point, Lana came home and Mika was ecstatic; I was out of the room, in the kitchen looking for some paper or whatever. My sister Lana has a magic that affects the insides of a body based on her mood whenever she touches a body part. One minute I was digging through papers, the next I'm running into the room upon Lana's screech of fury and Mika's scream of pain. I reach the room only to find Lana's hands clasped around Mika's throat, the small girl's body limp in midair with the worst face of betrayal and pain on her face; this face even with Lana's enraged face of evil. Pure evil. I screamed in horror, running to save her. Lana turned attention to me, fury in her reddened eyes. She threw Mika down, the damage done; her entire throat is affected by an irreparable internal affection that when left without certain treatments...eats through the tissues of the throat. This had already afflicted Mika's voice capability; leaving the girl mute. I rushed for Mika's body but Lana stopped me, knocking me down and slamming her hand into my back.

Remember my mention of the hole in my back? That's where it came from. Under any dress that clothes my body, a few inches left of my spine is a hole that goes down into my body, the edges cleanly cut, the hole a large hollow cylinder with only a bottom cover but not a top; simply an icky look into the insides of some part of the upper body. Any tissue that was under it was dissolved, the edges sealed to not bleed anymore. It will never heal, this hole is permanent as well as the excruciating pain it often gives me.

So why am I blamed for this? Because of a protocol that states that if there is dangers to multiple beings in an unplanned situation, minimize the damages. I have a skill that would have killed me but would have fixed Lana's mental state, meaning I would have died but damages would have been minimized because both jewels would have lived without Mika having lost her voice. I'm on trial for not dying to save them in other words. So Lana lost her mind and was sent to containment but not before I took more hell from her.

Lana kicked me into a wall, back first to damage the freshly made hole in my back. I'll never forget what she screamed;

'Where the hell were you!? I called for you!'

I didn't understand, I never recieved any memos or calls for my prescense. However, after Lana was taken to containment, after cursing my name, I was finally handed the memo that was a day late.

That memo was covered in my blood a minute later, since when an angel of fate's name is directly cursed, a cut appears in our heart in the shape of the first letter of the curser's first name. So I had a bleeding 'L' in my heart and even if I had recieved my memo, all the details that told me where Lana was and why she needed me were blacked out. I'll never know what that mission was about, she's too out of her mind to tell me and every single last file on that mission was burned in a ceremony.

I'll never know. Many have told me I don't deserve to know. The jury for my trial, the council, has never given out the verdict on whether I will be executed in the only way angels of fate like myself can die or if I'll live. I have no idea how we can die, never learned. I just know it has to be severe since we can get cuts in our hearts and holes in our backs but not die.

Each angel of fate has a nickname too. Mine is the insomnia angel of fate, since I am so haunted that I can't peacefully sleep and I'm often the one to go the longest without sleeping. Kei's is the tempered angel of fate, since he has the greatest temper of all of us. Which I find funny since he's also a sweetheart; laughing all the time and worrying for people he cares for. He's the only sibling that worries for me. Mika, the cherished angel of fate, acts like she does but only because doctors monitoring Lana say that she may get better with interaction from us. We're allowed to visit her in containment, though we usually all argue and I usually get beat up by her as she enjoys cursing my name. Even though she knows this, Mika has been having me to go visit her for over a millennium just for that slim chance she may get well. I never fight because everyone stands up for Mika and because I like seeing her happy despite all. Mika only talks via paper and hand signals, not to mention she has to have a treatment for her throat four times a day. However, and I hate to admit it, I'm going to give up on visiting Lana if the next visit fails. I'm tired of the way I'm treated over a dream that if Mika wants it so badly, she can achieve it on her own.

Of course, then I'm frustrated with myself for how selfish I am, worrying about and placing myself above my sister's dreams. How pitiful, pathetic, and terrible am I?

I sigh, alone upon the top of this building; a tall white building made of jewel that comes to a sharp point. Upon this point, I can and often do stand for hours upon hours. I stand perfectly balanced on one foot and from here, I can see the entire country of Faith Cove as well as the ocean surrounding it. Faith Cove lies near the equator south of North America, more specifically the state of Hawaii. Lying near but not fully on the equator, Faith Cove is a bearable warm year round with two monsoon-volume storms per month. Combined with very intricate, technologically advanced irrigation, pumps, and other water systems, these storms prevent droughts and keep Faith Cove healthy. Good thing too, with all of the flowers and vegetation.

A voice sounds in my head, the commander that sends the angels of fate on their missions to...well, make fate happen. I listen tiredly, listlessly, and boredly before letting my silvery pinkish angel wings explode from back and leaping off the building.

Falling, the air cradling my body.

Flying, the air playing with my hair.

Crying, the air drying my tears.

Praying, the air hearing my wish.