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• Yu Yu Hakusho! Others: Sailor Moon, Slayers, Fruits Basket, Inuyasha, Tenchi M., Yu-Gi-Oh, Digimon, Last Exile, Read or Die
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• Meeting Kurama, have Newbie Angel turned into a show, hopefully anime, and to become a great writer
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Tuesday, November 9, 2004
Story's Up!
I finally got this to work. This is chapter one. I'll get chapter two up as soon as possible. Enjoy!
Newbie Angel
Chapter One:
“Ow.....my head. What happened?”
A young teenage girl looks around dazed and confused.
“You’re dead; that’s what happened.”
The girl whips around. “Who said that?” She looks around but sees no one.
“Up here!”
She looks up into a tree and sees a really cute guy with brown eyes and hair, black shirt, jeans and.......wings?
“Hold on. Did you just say I died? And why do you have wings?”
“Well, you know that tree you always wanted to climb to the very top?”
“Yeah! I finally made it up there. The view was so beautiful.”
“Uh-huh, until the branch you were standing on snapped and you fell who knows how far and landed straight on your head.”
The girl rubs her head. “That would explain the head-ach. So, are you some kind of angel?”
“You don’t recognize me?” She shakes her head and he sighs. “I wouldn’t think so. Those pictures look nothing like. The names Michel but you can just call me Mike. I’ll be kind of your teacher.”
Her eyes open wide and her mouth dropped open. “Are you THE St. Michel? The archangel who defeated the fallen angel Lucifer?”
He smiles. “The one and the same, kid.”
She jumps up and down excitedly. “I don’t believe it! You are like my favorite saint! You are the coolest! And you’re going to be MY teacher?”
He hopes down from the tree. “You got it, kid. And call me Mike, remember? Now, we should really get going.” He begins to fly off.
“Wait Michel! I don’t have wings!”
He stops and looks back at her. “You don’t need wings to fly. Just jump into the air.”
She takes a deep breath and jumps. Much to her surprise, she floats in mid air. She happily flys toward Michel, twirling and flipping the whole time. “This is so cool! Hey Michel, if you don’t need wings to fly, why do you have them?
He turns over and flys on his back. “Good question. First, wings tell what kind of angel you are. It’s also kind of like a diploma after you pass all the requirements to become whatever angel you’re supposed to be. Most importantly, especially for guardian and warrior angels, wings act as protection. If a certain force of evil touches an angel with wings, it would be like drenching them in holy water. It feels like their on fire, or something.
She looks a bit nervous. “What about me? I don’t have wings yet.”
“That’s why you’re with me. All new angels are recruited with the experienced winged angels so they can teach the new angels and protect them. Lucifer if always looking for a newbie angel to corrupt and turn into one of his evil minions. If he’s persistent, he’ll drag em’ down to hell himself. But don’t worry, that’s why I’m here to protect you. Besides, he normally doesn’t do that ‘cause he knows me and my buds will kick his ass!”
She smiles at him. “I’m glad I have you to protect me, Michel!”
He grabs her head and gives her a noogie. “I told ya kid! You can just call me Mike.”
She pushes him off. “Well, I have a name you know.”
“Emerald, like your eyes. But I like kid better.”
“You know my name?”
He laughs. “Of course I do! I knew I was gonna be your teacher long before you were going to die. Do you think I wouldn’t know a few things about you? Emerald Ski: Age 16; born September 14, 1988; eyes: emerald; hair: light brown; height: 5’6”; weight.....”
“All right, that’s enough! Seesh, I get the point already. So, what exactly are you gonna teach me, Mike.”
He takes her hand. “Just follow me and I’ll show you.”
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