I cover my ears as she screams, and I stifle a laugh. I fold my glorious wings back into my back, and I take a step towards her. Then I speak, my voice smooth and velvety, like the pleasant sound of a gentle melody. "Please, do not scream," I said. She immediately stopped, looking up at me. "Do I look more appealing now? Without my wings?"
"What... are you?" she demanded.
"An angel, obviously," I said.
"But... but since when do angels even really..."
"Exist? We always have," I replied.
"What do you mean by 'we'? You're with another angel?" she asked, looking around frantically. She had begun to back away.
"No, 'we' as in you and I," I answered. She stopped dead in her tracks.
"You're trying to tell me that I'm an angel?" she asked. "I just knocked a guy unconscious with my bare hands and some freaky light. I'm no angel."
"Have you ever wondered why you have those strange crescent-like scars on your back? The ones that run all the way down?" I asked.
"How'd you know that?"
"That's where your wings are growing in," I answered.
"No," she said, covering her ears. "This is all a dream! I'm going to wake up any second now!"
"Riranna," I said. "My name is Castiel. I am an angel. So are you. This is not a dream."
"It has to be! This isn't real!" she spun on her heels and ran.
It would be so easy for me to catch up, but I decided to let her go. When she vanished from my sight, I turned my attention to the boy that was slumped against the far tree. He was knocked out cold. I strode over to him, placing my palm centimeters above his pale forehead. I closed my eyes, feeling the energy start to flow to my palm as it got warm. When I opened them, there was a blue light emanating from my palm, rippling down onto the boy's forehead.
The colour returned to his face, and he stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He stood, still seemingly unbalanced, and he looked straight at me. "Where's Riranna?"
"Stay away from Riranna, or else," I said in a bold voice. "If you ever touch her again, I swear to God that I will make sure your life is miserable."
"What?" he asked, puffing up his chest as he stepped forwards, shoving me. I didn't move, and he was about to try again when I moved. He stumbled, and turned to face me. I unfurled my feathery wings from my back, wrapping them close to my sides.
"I may be an angel," I said, allowing flames to flicker to life in my hand. I sculpted it into a sphere of azure fire, golden threads shimmering within it. "But trust me. I can be far from grace. If you ever touch her again, it will be the last thing you ever touch. Good?" He said nothing. He just stood there, frozen in fear. "You can run now."
He turned and sprinted into the forest behind him. I jumped into the air, taking flight. I had finally found her. I had been searching for this girl for seventeen years, ever since Derias had knocked her from the sky. I remembered every moment of my whole life, and that one was one of the most prominent.
Her wings would soon grow in, on her eighteenth birthday. She would develop her lost powers, and I knew that she would be lost as well, just as her powers had been. She would feel like she was locked in a cell without any company. She would feel horrible, and I would be the only one who could help her. She would soon be back, and she would appreciate my being there for her.
I would enroll in her school, and I'd manipulate her mind so that she'd forget who I was. I'd be able to get close to her so I could keep watch on her, making sure that nothing happened to her.
Because once she turned eighteen, it would be like a signal-- a flare for all the creatures to find her.