My story part 1 #this isnt heaven

 This isn’t heaven

 

Her eyes fluttered open to the gentle melody of the morning breeze ,holding hands with the warm sunlight, carving soft kisses on her cheeks. She observed the thin lace curtains fly, mirroring the dance of the morning clouds. A small white bird flew across the light morning sky, catching her attention and making her remember that maybe it was also time for her to spread her wings for the day. 

In a way that could only be described as delicate, she proceeded to lift her slender body up, walking bare foot on the clean marble ground towards the sink. The warm water washed the last hint of her somnolence away, as she finally completely opened her eyes.

She looked at her reflection through the old stained mirror, analyzing her facial features. She would observe how some part of her skin ,would blossom in a pink taint on her porcelain background, or she’d look at the beauty marks on her face, trying to make them look like something, trying to make them make sense. It was a game she used to play with her mother, they would spend hours, only looking at one another, under the warm evening sun, trying to link each spot to the next.

A soft knock was finally being heard at the door, accompanied with the melancholic sound of the morning violinist. The castle was waking up. A gush of wind slipped through her open window, spinning rapidly in her room as a second knocking could be heard. She quietly rushed to the door, and opening  it slightly, making only a small half of her face visible to the tired man waiting on the other side. He spoke a couple words in a gentle manner, foreshadowing that she needed to hurry up.

As gently as she opened it, she closed the large wooden door, staring at the carved pattern in an aimless manner, moving her hands across it, trying to find the maybe hidden story behind the ancient patterns.

Every morning she would do the same, as her mind was still searching for a dream to follow, she would try and find the meaning, or a story behind the cracks of the floor, the painting on her walls, the stains on the window, and the ones on herself, all before she passed the door of her bedroom leading her back to the real world.

She didn’t despise the outer world, not at all, but she couldn’t let go at the feeling of escaping it, something she would do when she was just a small child.

She let go of the door to step towards her half open window, peaking trough the gap to then completely step out of her room onto the marble balcony. A gentle breeze accompanied her entrance as she looked down towards the glimmering city. The sun has was still hanging low in the sky, still feeling embarrassed to completely show its shine. She closed her eyes, letting the wind and the sounds of the awakening city below her whisper in her ear, caress her skin and brush her hair, while her mind wandered and dance between the clouds. She took one last breath before running back inside, she needed to get ready.

 

She walked down the cold and white hallways. She walked slowly as every step she took would create an avalanche of noise, tumbling down the staircases and breaking the glass. At least that what she would think of it. Sometimes she would come across a rare field of colour in the snow white desert.  Each time she would see one she would slow down her track furthermore, taking a moment to look at the scenery, captured in a couple brushstrokes. Her favorite one was a beautiful yet small painting of a woman, under a willow tree reading a book as a faun was sipping from the lake besides her. It felt so clam and welcoming as the colours would blend into something more than an image, would blend into a feeling. It had been years since her mother passed away and the turbulence had started. But finally her life was getting more and more like this painting, comforting and calm again. A small smile was sculpted on her face, content as she walked towards her destination.

She slipped through her father’s office door, still wearing a smile, excitement enlightening her eyes. Her father was sitting on his so called throne, surrounded by books and statues, creating an empire around him. He gently stud up and took his daughter in a tight embrace.

“Oh daddy, I really missed you” she whispered in a long breath. Her father was stroking her silky brown hair and he kissed her forehead.

“I missed you too, my little princess”

She giggled at the familiar nickname and jokingly pushed the man away.

“I am not little anymore, could you stop with that” her father smiled at her remark, giving her a look translating to “never”.

She had always been relatively close to her father, and she cherished these little warm moments, that felt like a summer evening and didn’t concentrate on the winter nights, were her father would become cold, distant and aggressive, exploding like a thunderstorm destroying everything on its way. But she always knew it wasn’t completely his fault, her father was an extremely busy man as he crawled under the papers, contracts, and the critical looks of the people in the city. Being one of the Sevens surely wasn’t easy, but she admired her father for doing so much for the population. She hoped to follow his grand footsteps.

"So...how was "downstairs" she asked.

Her father took a long pause to think about his answer, followed by a quick smile, "our friends the demons, ah yes I brought 15 new one here, they are finally happy, I'm glad I chose them."

The young angle smiled to her father, she was oh so proud to be his daughter, as even him one of the Seven had the time to bring Demons from the "downstairs" , here where they could live a very happy life.

 At least that's what her father would sing to her, since she was a child, he said that he had a duty to save these poor, poor demons trapped downstairs, and that angels like him could save them. During those days she would dream of meeting one of them, she imagined her and them, dance in the grass, play with dolls, and eat fresh strawberries under the warm sunlight. Sadly when she expressed her soft daydreams out loud would always be ended by her two parents shaking their head in negation. She had learn to detach herself from that dream of hers, but sometime, she couldn't help but dive back in. 

Her father stood up, making her come back from her garden of thoughts, telling her it might be time to go to breakfast. It had been so long since she had ate with him, she was happy.

 The castle held many, gigantic white rooms, full on sunlight and mirrors, reflecting the sun into rainbows around the marble walls. And the dining room was no exception, as white birds flew in the space by the open windows, singing good morning. Warm food was already placed on the table decorated with many kinds of different fruits, coloring the white tablecloth. The young angel, sat at her favorite spot, opposite the lovely windows, so she could enjoy the view. Her father sat opposite her, with a plate already full of various good.

“Dig in sweetheart, I have a feeling todays breakfast is absolutely exquisite”

She giggled at his remark, while taking some food for herself, “You always say that”

“What can I say, I never get over how good this is” he responded while laughing.

She smiled while continuing to eat, savoring the different flavors, content. Suddenly, the door of the dining room slowly opened, revealing one of the many guards from the castle.  The man walked towards her father, excusing himself. Opposite them, Faith, the young angel, observed the two man whisper with each other sadly. She would never admit it out loud, but she hates seeing her father discuss his work without her. Her only dream is to be involved in his work and prove her worth. She wants to learn from him and be able to understand all the politics going up in Heaven, and Downstairs. She already read many books on both of them, but it wasn’t enough for her burning curiosity, and will to become like her father.

The guard finally took his exit while her father stood up, a small piece of paper in his hand.

“Faith, I’m so sorry Princess, but work has caught up on me, I have to go”

“Daddy, what’s going on, you can tell me, I can help” she spoke

“Darling, we already talked about this, you are too young for this right now”

“I am 16! Daddy please, I can show my worth, and I want to be like you!”

He walked up to her, giving her a small sweet kiss on her forehead.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me” he said locking his blue eyes with hers “I have some new books in my office, you can go and take some their if that makes you happy”

She gave him a small smile, she might not have convinced him, but at least she was allowed something new “Thank you Daddy”

“Anything for you” he said while walking off, closing the glass door behind him, leaving the young angel with her food, alone.

 

Her father s study was a place like no other in the castle. Even though it was full of beautiful libraries, where the white pages of the books would glimmer in the sun, they never had the same feeling that the study had. Here the books where dusty for some, with yellow old pages decorated with unreadable words. Some pages even where full of beautiful illustration telling stories better than any word could. She let her fingers dance on the bookshelves, eyes closed, until 3, 2….1! She suddenly chose a book at random. She slowly opened it as the cover reflected its old age. The pages were still soft but fragile to the touch, like the wings of a butterfly. The letters on the page were painted beautifully, but the stories inside were even more beautiful. Faith laid on the floor, the book in her hands, telling countless fairytale shared on the beautiful pages. 

Her favorite one was about soulmates from two rival kingdoms, the tragedy of their love made her tear up and stain one of the pages. Golden light illuminated the book making the young angel look up towards the window. The sun was slowly starting to set, and the sky was getting slowly painted gold by the tired star. She slowly got up and walked towards the bookshelf to put the book back and take her leave. 

 Glimmer in the corner of her eye caught her attention, it was located on her father’s large wooden desk. She walked towards it, curiosity peeking as she observed a small white telegram. It was strange as she didn’t remember its presence when she entered the study, she brushed the though away, while debating if she should read it. Then an idea flourished in her mind, what if she reads it so she could help her father! The idea made her jump in exitement

 

 

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sorry for any mistakes !! and ty for making it this far