"The Boy Called Angel" a story

[mai]

This is a fantasy type story. I’ve tried to make it as good as I can which still isn't very good, but I did try.
Constructive criticism is always appreciated ^-^



The Boy Called Angel
By Mai



"Angel!!! Angel!!! Angel?!"
The woman screamed her Child's name, the words pulled from her like a tooth, grating and broken.
Her midnight hair was drenched with sweat from scrambling madly through the forest, dragging herself over rocks and logs, leaving behind a bloody trail.
She stumbled then screamed through her tears "Angel!!!"
But her cry hung in the damp air, not penetrating deeper into the forest.
She fell to her knees gasping between sobs, "Angel..."
Her heart was broken, and hid from the world.




Chapter 1
Dark Moon


Something twitched in the back of Angel’s mind, vaguely unsettling, like he should be somewhere else. He shook off the feeling and ate the sweet meat that Dark Moon gave him, mostly because it seemed to make her happy.
Her black eyes gleamed with pleasure at him, the light of the doorway covering her richly brown skin in a light shadow, reflecting on her black hair.
When Angel finished eating, Dark Moon stood, then giving him a bright smile left quietly.

The room Angel was sitting in was inside a tree, it was about 15 ft across.
The tree was 300 ft tall and its circumference at the widest part was 47 ft.
The tree was hollow, and around the inside there were thick wood steps that connected the many floors.

Just when angel was starting to get bored Dark Moon returned.
With her was an older man who was tall and muscular and looked like he could be her father.
He looked Angel over, and he didn’t seem to like what he saw, Angel’s hair was black and curled around his shoulders, his skin was a light brown and his body was soft, not strong looking like the man.
The man shook his head and looked at Dark Moon saying “Are you sure this is the one?â€

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Chapter 2
Nefkily, Angel's mother


Nefkily was found lying in the forest by her second son, Belear.
She was unconscious and nothing Belear did would wake her.
His feelings swayed between relief, fear and anger.
He was happy, so happy, that he had found his mother, but she had always been sickly. He couldn't ignore the hot coal in his chest that told him it was to late, that there was nothing that could be done for her.
He was angry, he felt it cruel, but he had told her it was no use to go after Angel when the Tree People had kidnapped him. Belear used what little strength he had to carry his mother home, he was very strong, for 14 years old.

Their village was still in turmoil from the raid of the Tree People.
The villagers were running backwards and forwards, trying to see what had been stolen, if their families were still alive.
Nefkily's house was mostly intact, a few of the wood shingles that covered the outside walls had been torn off.
Before Belear made it to the front door, Touk the youngest of Nefkily's five sons ran out to meet them.
Together they carried her inside and up the stairs to her husband, Gainge's room.
Gainge had been bed ridden for the past six months suffering from an unknown disease, he was pale and thin, often he didn't seem to be aware of what happened around him.
Belear laid Nefkily beside her husband, his hands shacking, he knew he had to talk to his brother.
He had to decide how their family would survive, if they had to take care of their mother and their father, now that they had to do it without Angel.

Belear left Touk to look after their parents then gathered what was left of his brothers in the kitchen, Calden and Kent.
He stood before his brothers, Kent's eyes looked strangely blank, calm, like snow falling from a grey sky.
Calden was pale and stood strangely, leaning slightly to one side.
Belear tried to speak but his voice broke, after a few tries he managed to get out, "Touk is old enough to look after our parents. The three of us will be needed in the fields, so..."
Calden interrupted, "Touk can look after our parents well enough but what about
The cow? The chickens? Or the garden?
Not to mention he would have to cook the meals, he can't tell a pot from a pan" [which wasn't really fair, Touk could tell the difference but how to use them was the problem]
Calden's voice rose several octaves, "If Nefkily or Gainge need something when he's in the garden he won't be able to hear!"
Belear had foreseen this problem and had only come up with one solution.
"Until mother is well enough [he didn't want to frighten his brothers with fact that she might die, yet some how he felt that they already knew] we will take turns helping Touk. When she is better we can hang a bell out side the window with a rope attached so she can let Touk know if she needs something"
Calden began to shake his head but before he could speak Belear did "If you have a better idea I'd love to hear it"
No one said a word.

Touk listened to his brothers raised voices coming up the crooked wooden stairs.
The wet sadness that had washed over him that day was pricked with patches of fire. "Why must they argue?" He thought as he wiped his mother face with a wet rag, for she seemed to be getting a fever.
She lay next her husband as still and as beautiful as a sleeping goddess.
Out of the corner of his eye Touk saw Gainge stir.
His fathers eyes twitched then opened and he raised his head a bit.
When he saw his wife lying beside him he gave a weak cry and tried to sit up but Touk pushed him down. "What's happened?" Gainge said struggling feebly with his son.
Touk wasn't sure if he should tell his father such news when he was so weak, but he thought if he didn't the results might be worse.
Touk spoke in a lowered voice, saying slowly, "The village was attacked by the Tree People, Angel was out getting firewood at the edge of the forest when they came. Some of the tree People dragged him away into the forest. Nefkily tried to follow but she must have fainted"

[Esoteric]

Interesting. I'm curious to see where this is going...