Warmth. I heard no rain. I felt not cold floor. I grabbed sheets. I sat up quickly eyes open. I was in bed.
"It really was a dream..."
Disappointed, I pulled off the covers and made my way through the hallway. I smelled something good, something delicious. I ran into the kitchen.
"DAD YOUR HOME!..."
Someone stood there. He was tall, white hair, fit; perfect...
"It wasn't a dream..."
He turned around and smile.
Flashback:
"Don't ... leave me."
"Your fine.... I'm fine."
"Who are you? May I ask your name?"
"My ...name....is tae."
I return.
"Tae... Tae is your name... if I remember it right."
"Yes it is...sit I'll bring it to you and explain everything."
I sat in my chair and he placed breakfast on the table.
"You know how to cook?"
"I found a quite a few books laying around. I learned quite a lot about your people and ways."
"Your people? Aren't you human?"
"Not quite...I'm an angel. I came to finish my mission but as you saw... I got caught in the storm."
"Mission?"
"I am your guardian. You must succeed for me to get my wings but most important... my memories."
"The scars down your back those were your wings?"
"Yes"
"Where did they go?"
"I'm only aware I made a mistake in my time being an angel... I don't remember anything else. I only have a feeling. All my powers are gone. I plan on staying with you for the time being... if that's ok?"
"Of coarse..."
"I enrolled in the same school as you. I am also same year. I hope you don't mind I went through your stuff."
"....."
I stood up... all this information at once made my brain hurt. I made my way to the door and before I knew it he held the door closed. I turned.
"I need a moment to myself..."
"There is no time for that."
His hand began to loosen I grabbed the door and opened it as fast I can. Without knowing I ran. My wrist it hurt I soon figured out why. I couldn't go any further. My hand was locked. Before I knew it I was against a wall.
"Your really making this harder for me. All you had to do was listen and do as I said."
"Stop your hurting me!"
My wrist started to tingle then burn. Yet the feeling was warm. Then he let go.
"There...done."
A mark was left on my wrist.
"Our contract is official. Do as I say and I will leave as soon as possible."