The Wingless Angel

I'm a Human, and I was suddenly dropped into Olympus. I have to adapt to this new life, but with who to help me? People think I'm an Angel, and that my wings were just gone somehow. After explaining I'm Human, they're still confused. Especially one Olympian...


2. Consciousness

I eyes opened, my head was spinning. And my wrist was burning. I couldn't move at all. I just wanted to rest my eyes and sleep. But I was wide awake. Cause I don't have a clue where I am. And I didn't want to take my chances, I'm keeping my eye on whatever is out there. There's nothing, but I know something will come. My blood will be smelt, and that will be the end of it.


A loud breathing came from behind me, but I couldn't turn my head. I tried to twist my waist around, but instead of seeing what caused the breathing. A stabbing pain spread through my ribs until my heart was crushed. Like someone had ripped it out, and I could still feel its connection. And they had the pleasure of killing me slowly. A soft skinned finger touched my cheek, I wanted to see who it was, but the pain was killing me slowly. I let out a light groan, trying to bare through the pain. "Don't worry, I'll get you somewhere safer," he said. I'm guessing it was a boy anyway, the voice was too deep to be a girl. A strong pair of arms scooped me up swiftly and smoothly. As if I didn't weigh thing. I felt a dripping from my head, I think I was bleeding. But I couldn't be too sure at this moment in time. If could just be my sanity draining from my mind.


Objects began to come back to my vision, but the mysterious figure still wasn't in focus. I could feel the warmth of his body touch my soul. He was warming me within, and not just skin deep. I was in his arms, like a sleepy child. With her Father carrying her to bed. I know I didn't know who it was, but I felt safe. I burrowed my head into his chest, he didn't seem to noticed. Or maybe he was too polite to point it out. Either way, I was glad he didn't point it out, I felt more relaxed. He held me with just one arm now, and I think he opened a door. He shut it behind him, and held me securely back in both his arms. I felt as if I was floating on a cloud, and something was guiding me somewhere safe. Both of them, were this stranger. And yet, he's singually. The only person I can trust. His arms set me gently onto a bed that was so comfortable, it's made a cloud feel like a massive rock. His breathing slowed down now, and was much quieter. I moaned, my head was pounding so hard, felt like I was being it with a hammer. "It's okay, I'm here. I'll look after you," his soft hand stroked my cheek. I wanted to reach my hand out and place it on his, hold it in my grasp. Have that softness in my hands, and say it was mine once. He removed his hand, but I reached out and held it back. I couldn't tell if he was shocked or glad. But I knew that he wasn't angry or upset. He sat himself next to me while I laid on the bed, he watched me breathe. I wanted to talk to him, and know who he was. But I couldn't feel a voicebox  in my throat, like my insides was empty.


It's strange, how I can trust the stranger so much, and not be afraid of who he is. But I didn't care, I felt that he cared for me, and I felt like he was my only friend in the world. "I have to get a few things, I'll be back soon." He leaned towards me, and kissed me lightly on the forehead. And with that he left the room, leaving me feeling loved and also, wanting more of him.



Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...