Belle woke up to the loud sound of the horns. As soon as she woke up the room lit up. She hated shining all the time, always feeling like a light bulb. She wasn’t supposed to have the ability to hate only to love, but she did. She hated a great deal of how things were and wasn’t ashamed of expressing it.
She got out of bed and didn’t bother to wash her face. No need to remind herself that every time water would evaporate from the heat of her skin. She went straight for her wardrobe.
As she was reaching for the wardrobe handle the door opened. And the huge shining figure of The Mother came in. ''God Bellina don’t waste so much time choosing what to wear!'' , she said.
''Sorry Mother it’s just such a hard choice! Hmmmm which disturbingly white plain dress should I wear today? '', she said as she held three of her identical dresses.
The Mother just looked at her blankly then frowned and went out resulting to Belle immediately feeling guilty. One of the many things she hated is when she got the ‘’I expected more from you’’ look from Mother. The Mother was just the kindest living thing out there. Belle never even heard her angry voice and didn’t think she had one.
She had long honey blonde hair that was as straight as straight can be. With warm, golden eyes. Her wings were strong and wide. She seemed so typical.
Belle on the other hand had obsidian black hair with wide locks. Which wasn’t normal for what she was, but she liked it that way. Her electric blue eyes were extraordinary too. They were almost demonic. The only thing that was keeping her from believing that she really was a demon was her crystal.
Everyone had a crystal even mangels, roamers of the earth. To them it was just a pretty stone. To the world above them it was something much more important. The necklace around your neck defines you. Shows what you are.
Hers shined white like the other angels'. If it’s black, it means that the owner was once an angel and fell in love. Now the angels that fall in love become black or dark angels disgraced and hated. Angels are meant to help, work, love those around them, but not to fall in love.
Belle was against all of that nonsense. But who was she to change it.
She went out of her house and walked to her favorite cloud only flying when necessary. The only thing she truly loved about this stupid place was that she could watch the mangles from above.
Watching how mortals her age have their little and simple problems. Reading made up books of the magical world,she wanted to escape from. Hearing their music, how beautiful it was. And how violent it could be. And watching how they could love and get hurt and move on, watching how simple life could’ve been for her if she was a human, a mortal……..a mangle. With no weight on her shoulders. To be able to make a mistake and simply say I’m human, or everybody makes mistakes.
She sat everyday and watched them. How every day they had a routine. how they had jobs and how they could fight and the next day all would be fine. She loved their ability to both love strongly and hate strongly.
She loved to imagine what it would be like if onl-
''A bit early isn’t it for daydreams?'' Michael said.
Michael was her best friend in the whole wide world. One of the very few things she couldn’t live without. He was also different. She had electric blue eyes and he had a dark complexion.
''You know we’ve got a new nickname'' , he said with a smile.
'' Uhuh which is….'' , she said.
''The rebel team''
'' Well, what can I do about it, we’re just special'', she said with a smirk.
'' Yeah maybe we have superpowers or something. You get laser eyes and I get ….ummm what superpower goes with being brown.''
''Being brown.'', she said.
'' What a great superpower!'', he said.
He came and sat next to her.
'' So, how’s it going home with the mother'', he asked.
''As good as it’ll ever get'', she said with a frown.
The Mother was a big mystery to everyone. No one knew her real name and she wasn’t born on a cloud. She came flying as if from another world. If it wasn’t for her kindness the prime angels would have kicked her out a long time ago.
When she came she wouldn’t say her name. Belle wasn’t born yet but there are stories of her. After the people came to know The Mother and her kind heart, they called her The Mother. And that’s still what everyone calls her now.
''Belle I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but last time I saw The Mother she didn’t have a crystal. Maybe she’s in some kind of trouble. I think you should ask her. What happens if someone loses their crystal anyway?''
''She didn’t what now?! Why didn’t you tell me this before? What if you lose your immortality when you lose your crystal?''
''Shhhhh tone it down, someone will hear us.'', he said. ''I think we should go to the palace and ask a prime angel.''
''No way. If we do, they'll tell everyone.''
''We could ask to make it confidential you know.''
''I'm not sure about this, but we don't have a choice.I'll go,but we're going to walk.''
''What? No. We’re above Australia. I really don’t feel like walking to Canada.''
''It’s not that far distance above is different.'' ,she said quoting their general knowledge teacher.
''OK I’ll walk ''