This is a seed.

The below is my offering to anyone who would like to write a fantasy story. Take this beginning and revise or rewrite it in any fashion you like. See where you can take it and all I ask is that you let me know how it turned out for you. I truly wish to see you grow in your art.

Happy Writing!

From The Ashes

Somewhere in the wilderness an Angel stands in the ashes of a burned out city and weeps. Tears glisten gem like down the noble face as he carries the trembling baby. She gave up crying many hours ago when the fires raged through the big house. Smoke and soot cover her but she is unharmed otherwise. Shock and weariness are her enemies now.

The angel Gariel's tears fal on her unseeing blue eyes ,washing away the ash and soot, healing the shock of seeing her whole world so senselessly destroyed.

This little one shall be saved. She will have a happy life no matter what her burden and always will she see clearly through the haze of lies and deception the enemy casts over the world . A slight smile crossed his face as the thought came that she might not always see this as a gift. Well, wait until she discovers her other powers. Until that time she must be kept safe and hidden.

With a thought he rises into the smoke filled sky over Chicago. The terrorists suitcase bomb killed nearly everyone in the inner city. It shines with a cold glow as the fires spread and military helicopters hover like dragonflies.

Angels pass unseen through their midst trying to save anyone left. Abbadius killed this city just because he supected the girl to be here. He must not find her now!

The Dawn Children will care for her and keep her hidden until she's grown. Then we can leave this cursed human world! Gariel flies swiftly towards the east and the sea. "The Dawn children are waiting" he whispers as he gently cradles his daughter's tiny form against his chest. He won't see her again.

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The incoming tide, awash with foam and the scraps of jetsam thrown up by the hungry sea scours the rocky shoreline. Gulls cry and fight over bits of dead fish and other stranger tidbits. Out in the surf a hump-like form rises from the water. Struggling against the waves it slowly steps up on the sand venting streams of water from the ivory shell on it's, his, back. Thus the eldest of the dawn children steps into the human world.

Seeing the little girl patiently waiting for him he smiles. " Hei, tadpole! What did you catch?"

(More to come.)It's all up to you!