Fallen Angel by Alexandra Rader (books for 5 year olds to read themselves .TXT) 📕

I was dreaming, that much was clear. Mist or smoke, I didn’t know which, swirled around my legs like water. Everywhere I looked, all I saw was the eerily beautiful mist like smoke. Then, the hair on the back my neck stood on end, as I felt someone’s presence nearby.

My heart stuttered to a stop, and then picked up faster than ever as I looked straight ahead of me. There, in the mist, walking towards me was the last person I had ever expected to see. Dallas.

He stopped a few yards away and beckoned silently with his finger for me to join him. I took a hesitant step forward, and we were in my parents’ living room. Another step and we were in Kasy’s lair. Yet another step took us to Dallas’s bedroom. With each new step, we were taken to somewhere new, but familiar. Then came the step that took me to stand right before him and we were in a grand room made of marble with a roaring fireplace that I didn’t recognize.

I looked at Dallas and he smiled his lopsided smile that he knew I couldn’t resist. Without thinking, I threw myself into his arms and started to sob. My mind raced.

Wait… this can’t be happening. This can’t be real. And even if this were real, I promised myself I wouldn’t show him how much I was hurting because of him. He ripped my heart out, cut it into tiny pieces, spit on it, and then fed it to his freaking dogs. He isn’t good for me. He manipulated me into sleeping with him. He has no dignity or respect. No respect for himself or others. I had trusted him with everything and he used that against me. He didn’t even want me for me. He just wanted a play thing; something to toy with. Let him go… NOW… dry up your tears and get a grip on yourself. He doesn’t deserve you. That’s right… he doesn’t deserve me. I’m better than this. I deserve better than this. Even though I want to let him go, why does it hurt to look into his eyes still? Why does my heart still yearn for him? For his touch? Why does my heart break and my act crumble every time I see him? He knowingly hurt me, but yet I still want him. Knock it off and get control. But why do I still cry for him? Why can’t I control myself? Let him go… okay. Now put a smile on your face, yank yourself from his embrace, and get whatever it is that needs to be done, done.

My face betrayed me. He had seen the war and the pain and the anguish in my eyes as I got a grip on myself. He smirked at me, as if to add to my torture. So I placed a huge smile on my face, stepped away from his embrace, and faced him.

“What do you want? Why are you here?” I asked him cheerfully.

“I came to give you a message. Kasy is getting tired of waiting for your response and is getting restless since your request has taken away his entertainment. I came to tell you that he said to hurry up on your pondering his offer and call to him. Others are out to get you, but he says that if you are to accept his deal that he will give you protection. You will be safe from everyone and everything. He also said that if you do not hurry up, he will forget your request and I will become his first victim,” he said, wincing.

“Well, seems as how I was your victim once upon a time, I might accept this new offer,” I said with a laugh. “Answer me this: why are people out to get me and why does Kasy want to protect me? Tell him I don’t think I’ll have an answer real soon. I have important business to take care of out of town and I won’t be focused on his offer. I need more time to consider. And as for you, tell him to keep you for a while as a pet. Not to hurt you, but I’m sure he will have other things for you that you’ll enjoy,” I said with my own smirk as he backed a careful step away from me.

The scenery changed once more, and instead of facing Dallas, Kasy stood in front of me with a tender expression.

“Misty,” he said softly. “I know this is hard for you right now, but you have to think quickly. Time is running out. You are unsafe right now. You have no means of protection. Please, accept this next offer. I will send my best soldiers with you. They will stay out of sight, unless you wish otherwise. They will hurt not a single soul, unless they raise a harmful hand towards you. And they will guard you and your companions as if their lives depend on it. Will you accept this protection?”

“I’m confused,” I said gently. He looked at me with pleading eyes and I remembered the voice. “I will accept to something else. You may watch me from your home and if you see anyone with an ill desire towards me, then and only then, may your soldiers come to my aid. But if I find out you had your soldiers harm anyone that is innocent, you will never see a kindness done for you ever again. Mark my words on this.”

He looked at me and sighed in resignation. “I wish I knew what went on in that stubborn little head of yours,” he said quietly. “Oh, and one more thing. Watch your back. Those closest to you are not as true as they seem to be.”

With that he changed into a giant bull with glowing red eyes. “MISTY MARIE ROSE YOU ARE IN DANGER,”

he said in a loud, rumbling voice. “TRUST NO ONE. YOU WILL BE BETRAYED BY SOMEONE YOU COULD HARDLY BELIEVE. PEOPLE WILL TRY TO HURT YOU. YOU MUST FIND A WAY TO UNLEASH YOUR POWERS. YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE OF YOUR KIND LEFT. OUR LIVES ARE DEPENDING ON YOU. DO NOT LET US DOWN. HOW YOU WRITE YOUR DESTINY IS THE ONLY WAY TO SAVE THE ONES YOU LOVE AND THE INNOCENT PEOPLE ON THIS EARTH. TRUST NO ONE. KEEP TO YOURSELF. HOWEVER, DO NOT BE AFRAID TO ASK FOR HELP. TRUST NO ONE.”

Five minutes later I woke up screaming and shaking. Then Taylor was there with a cool rag, cooling my flaming face. She calmed me and I told her everything between the non-stopping sobs.

When I looked back at her, her face had lost every ounce of color and she was shaking softly.

“What is it?” I whispered.

She looked at me with haunted eyes and answered my question.

“I thought I could save you. You were so strong. Misty, you just had a bad premonition, a very bad premonition, one that will change everybody’s life. I thought you were safe. Oh, what does it mean? I knew things would be totally different when you were changed. But I never thought that Dasan would have been the one to write your destiny. Misty, you are an angel. One that can be anything you want to be. You are the strongest anyone has ever seen and that is why people are out to get you. You are the purest thing on Earth and can put all evil where it belongs. Dasan was also an angel by the look of things. You have not yet found your strengths or you powers, but you will soon. I am your Guardian. We were sisters in Heaven so that is why we are sisters here. You have no recollection of your time before Earth. That was the price you paid in order to be an angel. I never told you because you didn’t want me to. Not until now. You are ready now to begin our lessons of reaching your power. So, if you are to get your answers, we must return to the tunnels. I have brought you to the UnKnown, where we can talk in safety. You fell asleep on the way here so I let you be. Unless you have any questions, I suggest you get some more sleep. Also, I don’t much like it, but now that you know what you are, I am to listen to you only. I am to do anything you command me to. I am here to guide and counsel and aid you on you quest to winning this war. If you need or want anything I will be over there.” she gestured to a beach a few yards away. “I suggest you get some much needed rest.”

I nodded feebly and curled up into a ball because little did she know, I already knew that Dasan was an angel. And that there had been a chance that I was one too. But as much as I asked it to, sleep refused to come.

Morning came and Taylor took us quietly to the entrance of the main tunnel. We hadn’t exchanged a lot of words, for both of us were in our own little world. She seemed calmer, less tense and stressed, and I understood for once. Since we were sisters, we didn’t need to say anything to the other. We just automatically knew what the other was thinking. I looked up to see her watching me. When she saw me looking at her, she smiled a little and looked away. She was pondering what I had become. I had changed so much in the last twenty-four hours, that even I didn’t recognize myself. I wonder if I look any different,

I thought. If I had changed so much inside, what about the outside?

But before I could ask Taylor anything, I felt a tingling sensation and I looked at Taylor in terror.

“What’s happening?” I asked her.

“Just follow it,” she answered, trying to reassure me with a tired smile. It didn’t work, terror still threatened to overwhelm me.

I closed my eyes and started to walk. If I began to turn in the wrong direction, all I would feel was a light tugging and I was back on the right path. When the weird sensation stopped, I knew our short journey had come to an end. I opened my eyes and saw a