Prologue

"Mommy? Daddy?" A little girl found herself standing by the gates of a church. She had wavy black hair with a crimson red tinge and jade green eyes. As soon as she realized the horror of her parents' absence, tears flowed from her eyes. She cried as loud as she could, as if crying will bring her parents back to her.

A middle-aged man of somewhat grayish brown hair walked out of the church at the same time. He walked towards the little girl and kneeled beside her. His glasses glinted under the sun and he was clad in black. "Hey there, kid. What's the matter?"

The girl rubbed her eyes and looked at the man. "Mommy and daddy… are… gone… " And she cried even louder.

"Well, don't worry, kiddo. We'll find your parents. They're probably gone for grocery shopping. They'll be back."

The cries only worsened. The man fidgeted and thought of plans to calm her down. "D-don't cry… they'll be back, I'm sure of it. You can trust me."

"But… scary creatures attacked them… they all fought but… they were not strong enough…. Then they spread their wings and flew off… they took me with them…. And put me here... they said they're coming back… they said this is the safest place for me… they said no one can harm me here…" she sniffed and cried. "I WANT MY MOMMY AND DADDY!"

The man rubbed his temples. He contemplated of ideas to cheer this girl up but a thought struck him. He slowly digested what the girl had spoken and shock etched over his face.

"You're… you're a…"

The girl looked at him with reddened eyes. Suddenly light filled the place, even much brighter than the sun. He covered his eyes and reopened them, stunned and in utter surprise of what was standing before him now.

The girl now grew a pair of white feathery wings on her back which was ethereal-looking. Her eyes now glowed in white, along with her body. On her arm etched an insignia of a halved feather wing in white. Slowly the glow ebbed and her wings disappeared in the form of dust, blown away by a breeze. She collapsed to the ground, her eyes closed shut but still breathing.

The man finally realized the girl was no ordinary girl.

*I am currently thinking of letting my OC to own a familiar. My temporary idea is a flying cat (or cats) that talks (I am inspired by Happy and Charle from FT)... (although I am prompted to add the real them into the story). They play a main role for the OC.

So if you got any ideas better than this, please PM me or review me.

THANKS FOR READING!

~whiteraven95