Light and Dark part 2: Angeal

Angeal is the Gaelic word for Angel, meaning "Messanger"

The Angel turned his hooded head toward the young girl, she returned his gaze in pure child's wander and amazment.

"Mr. Angel.." She said softly, at a loss for words. The despair and sadness was gone from the air. Only happiness and love remained, radiating from the Angel's beautiful light.

The girl woke up in her bed, sitting bolt upright.

A white feather was right in the middle of her purple pillow, as if delicately put there on perpose.

"I knew it wasn't a dream." She said, a smile spreading across her little face.

                      ~*~

The girl's name was Angeal.

As Angeal walked into her school classroom other children muttered under their breath about her.

"Look, it's the girl who sees angels."

"You know she's a liar right? My mommy says she's doing if for attention."

"I hear she's-"

They all stopped as she walked by, though she wasn't paying attention to them. Angeal had the angel feather held up infront of her face so that was all she could see, as though it would disappear if she took her eyes off of it.

Class started and the teacher wanted them to read stories. Every child had brought their favorite book, but Angeal didn't have one.

"Angeal, come and read a story to the class." The teacher said. after a couple of other studants read theirs. Angeal stepped up.

"I didn't bring a story. I would like to tell you my adventure though."

The teacher smiled and said, "go ahead sweety." Thinking it was all made up.

Angael started telling them of what happened last night.

"She even dreams weird!" One kid hollard, making Angeal pause.

"It wasn't a dream." She told him.

"She's a weirdo!" Another kid chimned.

Angeal felt about to cry. Here something amazing happened to her and no one even believed her!

She ran out of school, tears streaming down her lightly blushed cheeks. Angeal had no idea where her swift little feet were taking her. All she knew was that she had to get away from school.

Away from her taunting classmates.

She stopped infront of a tall brick cathedral, a large stain-glass window was almost to the top of the towr before her. It had an angel painted into it, the angel's arms reaching out as if to scoop her up and take her to Heaven.

She felt the urge to go inside and stepped up to the door. As she walked into the church she noticed a set of stairs to her right. She didn't go to the alter, which, was at the other end of the room, lit by a couple of warm candles giving off a soft glow that dimly lit the pews on either side of the room and the red carpet in between them on the wooden floor.

She was hit by a sudden feeling of deja vu.

Angeal headed up the dark damp stairs, not stopping until she reached the top.

And there, standing before her in the attic of the church, red eyes gleaming...

Was the Evil!

Author's Note

Part one and original plot by DGMonster
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/GDMonster/964750/
I suggest you read part one before part two to better understand the story :3
Part 3 is out now! http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Forgotten-Days/1092502/

Reviews

[New Theory]

Yes lots of spelling mistakes. But loved the cliffhanger, how heading to read the part 3

[Bluefire]

Yeah, this is an old story that needs some editing. Thanks for reading and reviewing!

[Imara]

"..perpose." Purpose
"..studants..." Students.
""go ahead sweety." Thinking it was all made up." Go should be capitolized and you don't need to say that the teacher thought it was all made up because we already that everyone else thinks she's a liar. Show don't tell.
The part where she runs out of the school, expand on that, because she is a young girl it's unrealistic that a teacher would just allow her to run out of the school. Expand upon it and show how she got away.
Overall great continuation. Interested to see what is going to happen with this Evil that has shown up :)

[Bluefire]

Thank you, I shall get to it soon! ^^

[Revera Love]

This is really cool! I love this collaboration! *goes to read on*

[Bluefire]

xD thanks!

[Weeping Willow]

I can't get to the first part but I get the idea. Well written :)

[Rika]

Sorry the first part got delted but I reuploaded it, its on my profile, the rest is in the group ligjt and dark

[Weeping Willow]

thanks

[Rika]

no prob :0

[Bluefire]

Thanks for taking the time to read and review ^^

[DarkRainbowPie]

Very good story, makes me want to hear more, but if you improved the grammar, spelling and syntax, it'd make it all so much better :3

[Bluefire]

sorry about that v.v
thanks for reading and reviewing! ^^

[DarkRainbowPie]

Haha, no need to apologise, sorry, I'm just a grammar snob x''3

[Bluefire]

I'm terrible at grammar, it's my worst enemy xD

[DarkRainbowPie]

N'awh, haha, well I'll go have a word with it and tell it to leave you alone. x'D

[Bluefire]

xD That would be nice.

[Rhianne Ney]

Whoa, good continuation here~! Lalala

[Bluefire]

Thanks ^^

[Rhianne Ney]

you're welcome

[MandaBear]

This is great. Cant wait to see what happens next.

[Bluefire]

Thanks! Me too! ^^

[Mark Emerson]

This is great cant wait to see what happens next in the peace

[Bluefire]

Thanks! ^^

[CecilA]

Bluefire,

I really like this story; even the Evil at the end.

It's well thought out and written. Except for a couple of grammer issues I wouldn't change anything.

However, the ending is a little unbelieveable. Your story begins with Angeal being attracted to light and then at the church, she turns away from the light and goes up to a dark attic. But you were overly descriptive of the altar area for some reason. It does add intrigue though so I'm curious to read on. Nicely baited hook.
I'm ready to bite.

Thank you for sharing this story. I look forward to the next chapter.

Sincerely, Cecil

[Bluefire]

Thank you so much!
And, I know, grammer is my weakness and I'm terribly sorry for that. :c

[CecilA]

No need to apologize, Bluefire, I make mistakes too. Just keep on writing; you're doing just fine. Most famous authors have people help them with grammar, punctuation, and other tools of the trade. Not one of us knows everything. Sometimes my rough drafts make me wonder if I know anything about writing because I just go like a wildfire to get the thoughts down on paper or on the computer before they vaporize.

[Bluefire]

Yeah, that's what it's like for me too, I have to go back and rewrite all my work, and even after doing that sevral times i still spot mistakes. Thanks for the encouragement. ^^

[♪Barklight♪]

wow, this is so cool!

[Bluefire]

Thanks! ^^