Wings of an Angel

Prologue

Well fans of Wings of an Angel, this is it, the rewrite of the story. I hope that you guys will enjoy this prologue. As you may have noticed, this is an extended version.

It was bright beautiful and sunny afternoon in the bright city of Kyoto. Everything was bright and pristine. Not a criminal in sight, not a thing out of place. Central of the city was the municipal park, the largest one amongst its neighbouring cities. Many people went there to enjoy the beautiful cherry blossom trees. It was also considered a hotspot for couples as there was just something about the nuances in the park that made it a favourite area for romantic outings, especially for young couples. It was also considered the diamond in the rough, as it was one of the few protected areas in Kyoto that still had wildlife living in the park. The park was the place where children played, couples dated, and the old diligently watched the young ready to lend them a helping hand in anyway they could.

It was a relatively quiet day despite the hustle and bustle of the city that surrounded the gentle park. Its evergreen trees, its sweet scented flowers, along with the laughter of children filled the park in so many ways that even the towering buildings couldn't shadow the gorgeous park. Throughout the park, many couples could be seen enjoying a brisk walk through the park, or somewhere private, as they expressed their feelings towards one another, or making out. Children played in the few playgrounds, while others played sports in the natural arenas that had grown.

On a bench, a young lady watched as her nearby twins played with other children in the sandbox. She couldn't help but smile at the life she had. She let out a contented sigh as she watched. As she watched she thought about her life and how it led up to this. She then pulled out a small book and pen from her bag and began writing.

As I sit here and watch my children Asuka and Kaoru play, I can not help but think of the life I once had.

Growing up I was fine. I for a time I had a father. My mother had died giving birth to me, but I was told that I was a striking image of the woman. I still have pictures of her prior to my birth. Many have said that I have her face, except for my husband who sees two different women. It was when I was 16 that my life changed.

On my 16th birthday, my life was destroyed. The man that courted me before my husband took away my life. He destroyed everything I had when I lived in Hiroshima and so I had ran away. He took everything. All I had was what little dignity he did not destroy, my money, and a personal tattoo. I had to give up everything in order to escape from that city. My beauty, my small lineage, and I even almost lost my name. I found refuge in Tokyo-3.

For a time I was able to build a new life, despite the fact I was on my own. I had enough money to last me for the year, and even more in my father's secret account which he had left for me. I have not dared touch it, not even today. To use it now would be an insult to his memory. However I am sure he would've wanted that money to be used for his family, so thus I hope to us it for my children's education, wherever they choose to go in the future.

That life I had built was instantly shattered within a few months. I was found by the owner of a brothel which was a branch house of the main one that was situated in Hiroshima. It was then I had lost my life again under the disgusting servitude of men, to please them and fulfill their every wish and desire. It was a horrid life. I never wanted that life, but that was the only thing that kept me from and even more painful existence, and possibly death. It was the worth 4 years of my life, especially during my final years of high school. For a time, I thought that I had lost for my life forever.

But that was changed when he came into my life. That was when my life truly began.

She let out another contented sigh as man sat down next to her and wrapped his arm protectively around her. She melted into his embrace as she rested her head against his chest. She loved this man with all her heart. She had really lived a hard life, only to come out of that hard life happy, with the man that had pulled out of that life, while at the same time giving her his heart. She could never repay her husband. She could only be with him as long as she could and be happy with him at their family. He was her saviour. He was her protector. He was her angel. It was his wings that whisked her away from the life she had. It was his wings that allowed her to soar beyond her limitations, and become somebody she could respect, and be respected. It was his wings that allowed her to live. She learned not long ago, that those wings, they really wings of an angel.

Well anyways, that's the prologue, be ready for the revised chapters. Expect staggered updates, as I do have other stories that must be in production as well.

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