Once there was Madeline. Fierce, flawless, and innocent. She set forth on earth, a messenger from Heaven. She traveled openly through the world, guided by God's light, unafraid, and in many ways unaware. Her purpose was always clear. The light always shone bright. Meeting others like herself; angels and archangels. Wiser, inspiring, they taught Madeline of reason and accuracy; of why the paths she ventured were clear- and of why she was special. They all shared in her love. Madeline worshipped each day like a child, and together...Like children. Joy among Angels was aplenty- Joy with Madeline in worship lit sparks in the others that went beyond joy itself. In human comparison much like that of a younger sister to hundreds of older children whom appreciated Madeline's gifts with respect, loyalty, and protection. Some of them were so eager to teach her all they knew. Madeline never argued, she always wanted to learn. But, like others, her purpose WAS clear. Many purposes at that. Learning was always a joy, but the light would not dim, and Madeline remained in motion.
Much of Madeline's happiness was kindled from being with her kindred spirits; but she found a particular intrigue in Humans that others lacked. Most knew of humanity and earth of course. They questioned little and contemplated differently than Madeline. Their hearts were with mankind but the level of interest differed. Everything was knew and amazing to Madeline; no matter how time passed. She knew the light flowed through these lives for reasons. Her eyes were always being caught and her fights granted her power to look at each detail more closely. Fierce; yes, she was strong. Curiosity would consume her at points, and this...She never fought.
Samuel often told Madeline not to linger too long in the lives she watched over and blended into. Though she respected and adored Sam, she would not obey such silly requests. Lingering was what she ALWAYS did, she found joy in it, and believed it gave her more knowledge of the human heart. She felt beyond their hearts and intentions; into different aspects and depths of people she came to know. She had the gift of interaction. This was the most precious to her. Madeline could interact like the rest of them; yes, but she had a power to become the life of those passing before her. Before they passed entirely. She could keep them safe and help them through the darkest, most hopeless times. When they could not see her guidance; she would enter into them and keep them going, for it would not be their time to leave the world yet. She could ease pain. She could show hope and faith.
With God's gifts come reason, and though she questioned reason she knew the boundaries. She knew risks and had the ability to make precise decisions. Her greatest joys were in other's happiness, hope, and triumph. Stalling had the possibility of becoming a danger; but she also knew she could fix anyone. Right as rain.
Presently sitting on an old grey couch, in her feathers and flesh; Madeline remembers Oscar. In a pub. Twelve beers down and all the preztels he could eat. No hope. No point of existence any longer. Drowning daily in liquor and fantasy. Dead wife. Ashamed children. Madeline walked into the bar, catching glances. That man steals wallets and identities. The bartender is stoned and oblivious. The new grandfather sitting by the door is staring at my ass (chokes on his drink). Madeline sits at the table with Oscar. Staring stunned yet somewhat expectant, "can I get you a drink?" "no thank you" she takes his hand and her warmth melts all the force and strain that keeps Oscar upright day to day. "what's wrong?" Madeline asks and Oscar begins to weep. Out pours eight years of past. Madeline feels all the sadness, pain, loss. She is with him through every moment and she is with him now. His unbearable baggage lifts lighter and he can stand. Hand in hand centered in the pub, the two of them tall and straight...Relieved. Oscar curls in for a hug. She holds him a moment and as he loosens Madeline lets go. Oscar exits the bar with a smile. Thinking of him now, Madeline traces Oscars path. Supervisor of construction. Reunited with his children. New life. Renewed faith. Thousands before just the same, thousands after as well. Madeline knew then. Back in the time of Oscar and so many others. Madeline knew. She found pride in her purpose. She could touch people through and through. Pure as platinum. Experience helped Madeline to be more precise of course and also helped her not to wander to easily.
With disregard now for age and time. Intuition. On the sofa. Outstretched. Madeline contemplates a way to fix this place. She thinks back vividly to the beginning of the earthy path she threw herself to. So much time to think of alteration...The only answer she knows she must find.
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There came a time when Madeline passed through a town. She had ran across this town time and again. She enjoyed it's simplicity and the unity of the families dwelling there. She had played with many children in the town. Shown paths for many troubled adolescence. She prayed in the homes of those too elderly to get outside. She helped the doctors of the hospital find faster ways to get critical patients to bigger cities. Saving lives; God willing. She helped in the schools. She helped on the farms. Madeline ventured to countless places countless times; this town held a special place in her heart.
Floating above the high school one day, Madeline noticed a girl. In cap and gown and smile, she was clearly ready to move on the bigger things. Madeline watched; surprised at her own abrupt stop. Nothing too outstanding about the girl. Quiet, plain. Dirty blonde hair, on makeup or jewelry like most girls in this school wore. Her eyes were big and bright; but tired. That smile she wore was painful. The effort the girl was putting into the smile weighed on Madeline's wings. Disappointed about her graduation? No, she had been ready for this her whole life. Sad to move on? No, she wanted to leave right away. Madeline drew closer; watching more intently. Her mother and father were proud. Her friends gathered around her in laughter and excitement. The ceremony had ended; though the girl nervously kept her cap on, took it off, put it on again. Madeline concentrated on her eyes. They were distant, behind them a thousand thoughts, stories, dreams, fears. Memories. focus. They were tangled and distorted, with gaps and illusions..Terror...pain...There was triumph there as well. This triumph was clouded by exhaustion and sadness. A sadness created by images Madeline had seen before in people. Images that were deceiving and far too often overpowering to the weak. How is it that she is just a child? Barely eighteen? No experience of other places. Not even on her own yet. No where close to finding her place. Yet she has conquered battles and saved lives and mastered an art form... She brought people together time after time. She had been saved by miracles. Madeline was entranced by the girl. Just a girl. The Madeline saw. She does not SEE the triumph of her battles nor the bravery of her own heart. She sees only the defeat of what was lost and the pain of staying alive. The cloud of images left no window of hope and little of Faith. The girl needed clarity.
Madeline let the girl be for the moment. Left her with family and friends and celebration. Then later appeared that night, by the girls bedroom window. On the bedpost was a plastered footprint which said Ivory. It was suiting for her skin tone and talent. Madeline waited as Ivory drifted to sleep. She then entered the bedroom. Each time she entered an enclosed area she would infold her wings so they weren't visible, they spanned too far to fit indoors of most buildings. She knelt next to Ivory and said a prayer. She touched Ivory's eyelids with her fingertips and placed her warm palms softly on each of Ivory's temples. Ivory began to dream. Madeline replaced the fog and illusions with hope and enlightenment and a hint of her own love. Madeline felt Ivory's tense body loosen as she finally began to really rest.
Ivory woke the next day refreshed, with a sincere smile, with gratitude and a new found faith in God. She saw in the mirror that some previously obvious scars were healing and as she sat to practice her writing therapy she found it no longer an effort. She now had hope that her battle wounds were temporary and she could become again what she once had the potential to be. This was a good day. Madeline secretly kissed Ivory on the forehead and went on her way, satisfied.
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Okay so, that's basically the beginning of the story. I know I need to extend my vocabulary a lot and I'm not the best at writing lengthy stories but I know exactly what's going to happen. I've written more but will just post this for now.