Tears of an Angel

Chapter 1: GONE

Time heals all wounds, or at least, so had she heard from her mother one day.

How was she supposed to find the "interior peace" they all talked about if her own brother didn't remember her? Yeah, pretty scenery, the one that armed after she went crying to Jack Frost.

Jack Frost, how appropriate and ironic.

Her own brother, commander of the thing she hated the most. But even with white hair, icy powers, and blue eyes, it was still her brother.

Wasn't he?

Emma had been trying to get the stupid question out of her head since she first and last saw him in the afterlife. Even if he didn't remember her, and didn't act like his brother a lot, she knew it was still him.

But, hell, it had been quite a hard blow to finally see him, to be able to finally touch him...

And see just confusion in his eyes as he asked her who was she talking about.

She had ran away after that, not capable of staying in that place much longer. Emma had cried, screamed the most inappropriate things to Manny, hit trees, threw rocks.

Everything to get out that nasty feeling that was forming inside her, the feeling that she was truly condemned to never be reunited with her brother.

She had felt that in the village, many times, but she always saw a way out, death. Emma was sometimes so desperate, she had wanted to take that door as soon as possible. Even if it was by her own hand.

Now though, she could see no way out. She couldn't die a second time could she? And even if she could, her brother would still be stuck in there, only idea would be to kill him and then kill herself.

And she would definitely NOT do that.

Emma had been desperate that night, and in her desperation she realized on thing. All the time she had been on the afterlife, she had been trying to get her brother, and her broken life, back. But she couldn't, that life was gone, gone with the wind and her missing brother, and that realization broke what was left of her.

Emma Overland was dead, Jackson Overland was too. Now it was only Jack Frost, and her.

Who was she then?

She was the remnant of a life, but not the life itself. She was a piece, but no the puzzle.

Who was she?

That was when she heard the little girl cry, just a few feet away. She was lost, in the forest, and was sobbing loudly.
Surprisingly, the little girl had seen her, and asked if she was her guardian angel.

Emma wasn't THAT surprised, like her brother, she had suffered some physical changes, that included having two big, feathered wings, that when not in use, transformed into a tattoo in her shoulder.

Oh god, she reminded her so much do Saya, that she couldn't fight the urge to help her. And, well, she wasn't going to say to the little girl that guardian angels didn't exist, so she just nodded and smiled brightly at the girl while indicating her to follow.

When they were just at the beginning of the town, the little girl had said her name was Camil and that she would tell all her friends she had met her guardian angel.

Emma had taken a choice then, if she couldn't bring her life back, then she would do as much as she could to prevent others from losing theirs.

She then had made a vow, a vow of silence for the life that wouldn't return. A vow for the lives she had accidentally taken.

She was not Emma Overland anymore she decided, and to better help everyone, she would bury that life down on her heart.

An angel was born, and a girl died.

From the sky, the Moon cried silently for the lost siblings, one who couldn't remember, and another one who didn't want to.

This wasn't right, this wasn't the way it should go...