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Her skin was always pale, the sun never effected it; no matter how high she flew up to it. She often looked like a ghost with that same grim expression on her face.
Her eyes were as yellow as the yellow parts on a malachite butterfly's wings. They seemed full of wisdom, more wisdom then what was meant to be normal for someone of her age.
Her hair was white, not grey but pure white, like pure snow falling from the sky.
Her wings were not white, but a palish blue, they glittered in the light as if they were made up of water, rippled when touched. "Not like normal wings," she had thought.
On her wrists were blue gloves, each with a golden bracelet over the top. the blue gloves were simply there to help her grip the staff. She held a book, which in it contained all of the destinies of the people she was responsible for. Her staff was for keeping order in the garden of destiny, where trees filled with destinies grow. Each person has their own tree, with many leaves which represent the paths they may take. Only one leaf will be their true path, a path to true happiness. Ever since she was given the staff, secretly she had started to look for her own tree, to see if it was still alive, and what paths she could possibly take now that she was an angel.
The golden bracelets were there for a completely different purpose, for protection against any evil.
Ever since her human life had ended she had became the angel of destiny, an angel of whom was well respected for all the burden she had to bare. Knowledge of people's destiny, tragic, happy, innocent, it didn't matter who those people where, for she had to distance herself from them. After all, if she had real human emotions then she would not have been able to stop herself from interfering, she was there to simply keep the destinies in order, to watch them as they grew.
Yet one human emotion had not died within her, her lust, her love for the one being who was in fact her enemy. He knew her better then anyone, knew how she hated that she had never been aloud to rest in peace, still plagued by nightmares.
He was a demon. Dark as the night's air. but still she shared a deep lust and passion for him, even though he had been responsible for her death. She wanted to be with him, but the other half of her wanted to kill him for what he had done to her.
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She sat down by the lake that lay in the middle of the garden. Its silvery surface was pure and unbroken. It held a reflection of herself.
"I used to have brilliant brown skin, lush hazel coloured eyes and long black flowing hair. I can't even recognise myself any more, I can't remember my name, my family, even how the whole murder happened. Its like a whole lifetime of memories have been lost." She thought pitifully. She hated feeling like this, feeling sorry for herself, feeling numb with emotion.
