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Earth, she was finally on earth, the place she had longed to be since before she could remember. This place meant more to her than any of the other angels, the other celestial beings. To them it was a job, but not to her, for her, the angel of hope, she wanted desperately to give them hope and never gave up hoping for peace for them. Finally she could grant them hope through more than the wishing fountain, more than from a distance. She could actually meet them, interact with them, read the thoughts in their hearts, and act accordingly.

For a long while after she first landed she simply walked around, taking in her surroundings. She watched them, as she passed them, many people going about their everyday lives. She stood for a while in front of a flower shop watching a young girl watering the flowers, a sort of gentility on her face as she did so. That girl was lovingly caring for flowers, life forms less than her, she had goodness in her heart. She had decided to give the girl her blessing, blessing of hope. She said a silent prayer, “May the blessings of hope live in your pure heart and pure mind” As she said so, a gentle sparkle, unseen by the average human eye, fell upon the girl and she smiled.

She went about her day like this, observing people, finding goodness in them, and offering her blessings. A single mother simply trying to raise a baby on her own, a man serving at a coffee shop who keeps his customers interests at best heart, and eventually a couple who looked so blissfully in love. Yes she had taken time to observe each of them, and deemed that each one had a beautiful heart and soul. It wasn’t until it started to grow dark that she realized her first day in the human realm was coming to an end. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she looked up at the sky. The sun was about to set. This was the part she was least looking forward to. Night was when the realm of the demons was stronger than the realm of the angels.

Still, she didn’t think they would have the gall to attack her outright, and so she wasn’t too frightened. She continued to walk around town. At some point she stopped in front of a large store window display. It wasn’t the display itself, which was a collection of woman’s clothing that had caught her eye, but rather her reflection in the mirror. When she had first come down to earth she had noticed the shabby tattered appearance of her clothing, but she hadn’t noticed the rest of her appearance. The king of the heavens had changed her completely. She had the appearance of age, old and ragged, with her hair messy and also dirty. She looked the perfect picture of someone with no home, no money, and hardly a thing to eat.

It was then that she understood. She hadn’t been intended to simply watch them from a distance, she had been given the power to interact with them. A person’s actions when dealing with those below them was what showed the true strength of heart. She knew that, and now she understood how to proceed. Yet it was late, and she would start her true job on the morrow. For tonight she would simply try and locate a place with which to sleep. It was this in her mind as she walked around the dark neighborhood.

At one point she took a wrong turn and found herself walking down a dark alley, and of course a dead end. She was a bit miffed with herself and muttered something under her breath. She always had been good at getting herself lost. Even in the heavens, where things were known and familiar to her, she had always managed to find a way of getting herself hopelessly lost. She stood there for a moment absent mindedly wondering what to do. Just as she was about to turn around and find another way she heard it.

Footsteps. The moon was high in the sky, meaning she was out of her jurisdiction. It was the demons time to be in full swing. The hairs on her arm stood on end and her heart was pounding deep in her chest. Did they know? Had they come to get her while her powers were at their weakest? She took three solid deep calming breaths of air. After counting her options quickly in her head she figured she had two options, 1) try to run past the attacker or 2) stay put and attempt to attack the attacker with her holy power.

She knew she didn’t have time to dawdle as she felt the footsteps grow nearer to her. She readied a spell in her hands. She was not an angel of war. Her attack powers were therefore far less defined then those of a true Angel of War. She did know a spell or two however. After a moment she turned quickly, shot a soft holy blast at “attacker” and then bolted for her life. She had no idea that the person she just attacked was just an innocent by passer who merely wanted to see if she was ok. Lucky for her, the attack was gentle, as gentle as her personality, and the person was only knocked out by a bright light. They would come to in the morning, or sooner, with a wicked headache but nothing more.

She kept running, as fast as she could, which being an angel was pretty damn fast. Eventually she found herself in front of a house, no more like a mansion, and she stopped. She supposed she was far enough away now that the demon wouldn’t find her. It was suddenly impressed upon her just how incredibly tired she was. She looked up at the night sky, the stars shining brightly down on her. After a moment she smiled. It was here that she decided to curl up under one of the trees, and eventually fell asleep.

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