Story Of An Angel II
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Title: Story of an Angel I1
Author: Lady Lana
I awake to the cool feel of liquid running over my lips. I blink my eyes, then lap thirstily at the delicious water that pours into my mouth by a nameless source. My eyes finally slide open only to get a glimpse of my savior.
He is fairly tall with deep blue eyes, like the sky before a storm. His blond hair was tousled as he was kneeled at my side my head resting in his firm hand, the other holding the drink for me. I was so busy taking in all the details of where I was, I begin to choke. I sputter and cough and sat up straight with a fierce jerk. It was so sudden that it knocks the poor young man backwards off the small stool he had been upon. I got my bearings up enough to talk. "Who are you?" I ask my eyes rolling over the room to see if I could determine my whereabouts. "My name is Tyral." He says eyeing me catiously. I try to stand but my knees sink from hunger and I fall into Tyral's ready arms. He laughs at my weakness and I dislike him for doing so. I place my feet firmly and again try to stand.
It is a more successful attempt but I am overcome by a wave of dizziness. My eyes flutter about. "What am I doing here?" The name Tyral suddenly seems very familiar. Yet I can not quite remember from where I heard it from. "I found you," He begins sitting me up against the wall of the tent. "You were lost in the desert, I believe." My memories slowly come tumbling back, yet I can not remember my name... Its so strange.
I look back up at Tyral who is again staring at me. My eyes flare with anger and fear!!! He was a student of evil!! I begin to scream and he looks startled and tries to shush me. I scream, and claw at the tent frantically.
I feel his hands grab my shoulders and pull me back, hard. He clamps a hand over my mouth. My eyes glow brilliant with fear. I know that even if I do escape I have no place to go. I stop struggling and just cry. A look of pure concern crosses his face, he starts talking hurriedly. "Oh, please dont cry!" He makes nervous motions with his hands. "Shhh, shhh, dont cry." He starts to brush my tears away. I look up at him confused.
"Whats your name?" He asks his beautiful eyes gazing steadily into mine. "I..." I look away rather embarassed. "I dont remember..." He lifts my head gently. My tears spill over my flushed cheeks. "I will call you... Lana." I raise and eyebrow questioningly. He continues. "It means, she who cries." I think for a moment then sit back, smiling. "Lana..." I say it to myself over again. "Lana... I like it. I close my eyes and fall asleep. The rest, is, well, history.