A/N: Hi this is me, the author of this story. I just wanted to say advanced sorry for the wrong grammars and wrong spellings, I will edit the chapters once I have enough time. Again, I'm sorry for the grammatical errors and typos, I'll edit this soon. Please bare with me. Thank you^^.
I'm just seven years old when my father died. And I was eight years old, when my mom left for her job. She promised me that she will come back. And everyday, I am sitting in front of our door to wait for her. But she failed.
My mom never came back again. I was nine when Emma's parents adopted me. Emma is my childhood friend, and after knowing my situation they treated me like her own sister, and like their own daughter.
I was just a child when I lived with a pain and wrath. And there's a man on my dreams... keeps appearing every night. He said that, I should come with him. We should live happily... like in fairy tails.
And now that I am eighteen, the feeling is not right anymore. At night... He always lies upon on me. He keeps kissing me, he keeps whispering at me.
"Hestia, are you okay?" Emma's voice echoed in our room.
I looked at her and forced to smile.
"I'm okay, I just feel a little bit tired because of our project." I answered.
Emma Fontabella, an eighteen-year old girl. She's the girl you will wished that it was you. Emma have neutral medium skin. She also have a long brown curly hair. She have a wide set eyes, an oval face, honey eye color and a wide lips.
She's almost your dreamed princess.
"Oh right, mom wants you to come home this night, Hestia. We will be having a dinner." I bit my lower lip and nod.
"All right, what time? Should I bring my clothes--"
"Of course not, Hestia. You don't need to. Remember? You already have a room in our house."
When I turned eighteen, I moved on an apartment. Cause, why not? Not for the rest of my life I will just rely on their help. Undeniably, I owe them a lot. I want to repay them by graduating and finishing this school. That's the only way I can show my love and thankfulness.
"Hey girls! We're having a party later at night. Who wants to come?!" Emma and I turned to the speaker from behind.
I shook when I saw Sky. My lips drew back in a snarl. Sky have a very loud voice, as if he had swallowed a freaking microphone.
"Will you please lower your voice, Sky?! You're annoying!" Emma shouted at him.
Sky plastered a smile on his face.
"You hate me that much, huh?"
"Obviously."
"Hey people! What's going on here?"
A shrill voice came from the door. I smiled when I saw Rachel, and there's also Dalton at her back.
"Wanna come with us tonight? We're having a party in our house." Sky said with a smirked on his face.
"We can't come. We are having a family dinner." Emma answered lazily.
My attention went to Dalton. I smiled to see how he looks. Dalton is like an innocent child who had been lost and abandoned by his parents.
"Dalton! Here!" I called and pointed one of the chairs in front of me.
I beamed.
"So, no one wants to come?" His grin turned into thin-lipped displeasure.
"Emma and I can't come. We beg your pardon, Sky. Probably, next time? You can invite other schoolmates and classmates." I said with a calm voice.
He pouted like a child. I heard Emma's giggled.
"Don't pout like that! It not suits you." Rachel could not stop grinning.
"Hey Dalton..." I called at him. He just smiled and waved at me.
I winced. Dalton is weird. Sometimes he don't speak, he don't want to talk, and some times his mood changed. I want to ask if he's okay, but I'm afraid that he will just look at me and say nothing.
I suddenly stopped when I smelled something weird. I bit my lower lip and looked around. Nothing is burning. I looked out the window where the garden could be seen. There is no burning a leaves and a garbage.
My forehead puckered. Where did that smell came from?
I tapped Emma's shoulder.
"Do you smell what I smell?" I asked.
I heard Sky's laughed. I raised my eyebrows to him. What's that man's problem?
"Uh, no? Why? What do you smell?"
My brows snapped together, I scrutinized.
"It smells like a smoke. It smells that... something is burning."
Emma tilted her head and looked around. To my disappointment, she couldn't smell what I smelled. What the freak is happening?
"Silly. You're just hungry, Hestia." Rachel chuckles mischievously.
I recoiled when Dalton suddenly stood up. He walked out quickly.
"Dalton! Where are you going? You don't want to come to my house too?"
Sky suddenly stood up to chase him. I saw Rachel shook and rolled her eyes. Oh yeah... she's like a bitch, sometimes I asked to my self. When did I and Rachel became friends? She always got into a fight like others.
I gently hold my nape by the feeling of numb. My head started to hurt. I felt heavier for no apparent reason. I felt Emma's hand on my shoulders.
"Hestia? You okay?" I bit my lower lip and nod.
"I-I'm okay... I just feel--I just feel a little head ache." I said listless.
"Head ache? I have a medicine here." Rachel answered.
I did not looked back at her. Instead, I gripped my temple tightened and took a deep breath. Why am I suddenly feel like this? I feel so sick now... I feel so listless.
I tried holding my breath. But a rough voice came from my mind.
"Sleep, Hestia..." He whispered that just sent a shivers on my spine.
My heart was beating so damn fast.
"Hestia! Hestia!"
"Rachel! Call a nurse!"
My head leaned on Emma's shoulder. The moment I did that, i feel so very dizzy. My heart stopped beating. My eyelids weighed down.
"Good girl..."
**
I stared at her in a bascinus. She's now silently sleeping. I'm so sorry, baby. I just need to do this. I marked you so no one can ever approach you anymore.
I am so tempted to visit her now. But I can't... not on this situation.
"What did you do to me... Hestia." I whispered while staring at her.
I bit my lower lip and closed the bascinus. I sat on the chair and hold the paper.
I stopped when a two men entered my hall with an intimidating look. My face went blank.
"Any news?" I asked.
One of them leads and bowed at me.
"I'm so sorry to say this, Prince. But the winged men is moving again."
"An angel?"
He shook.
The color drained out of my face. I greeted my teeth.
"Not just an angel, Prince."
I accidentally crumpled the paper with wrath. My lower lip quivered and my hands balled in anger.
"An archangel?!" I shouted and suddenly stood up.
"Yes, Prince."
"Is it Raphael?! Gabriel?! Or Michael?!"
"No. It's the chief of all of the guardian angels."
Damn it. It's been five hundred years since I last saw him, and heard his name.
"I never lose, Barachiel."
