When her feelings returned, Noella opened her eyes to a land like no other. All around her were beautiful, fluffy clouds that seemed to stretch past the horizon. There were buildings of course. They were white and had paintings of those brave warrior angels. The pictures told their stories. In the distance, sat a long, beautiful mansion like house. It had gold gates that shined and sparkled that water reflecting the sun. A small girl, who looked like Noella when she was a little girl, played inside of the gate. Breathing rather cautiously, Noella walked up to the gate. There was a small golden square molded to it, and it read:
The LaMondo Household.
Noella couldn't believe she was home, even though she couldn't stay. She gently pushed the gate open, and the little girl looked up from her angel dolls.
"Hello, what is your name?" Noella asked the little girl, having no clue who she really is.
"Emily." The small girl replied.
Noella smiled at her, even though the little girl stared at her with blankness, and walked up to the front door. She sighed, and knocked softly. There was a moment of silence, before a tall, lean man opened the large, white door. He looked down at Noella, before a smile grew on his face, and he wrapped his arms around her.
"Noella, my dear..." He breathed with such relief and love, that Noella almost believed it.
"Father." She replied, without returning his embrace.
"Come in, Come in." He murmured softly, and took his arms from her, but kept one around her shoulders as he gently nudged her inside.
Inside of the house, there was a grand staircase, a beautiful white grand piano under it. Off to the left, was many couches with a coffee table in the middle of them, and the right had a door, which had the smells of food coming from it.
"It has been, too long my daughter." Her father spoke, and smiled.
Noella, who was feeling pained by just the mere memories that this place gave her, got right to the core of things. "Who is that little girl outside?" She asked him.
The man rubbed his chin, and sighed deeply."Everything will be explained. Come with me." He began to walk through the door to the kitchen.
The kitchen was very large, with many stoves and refrigerators. The cabinets stretched from wall to wall, and like everything else, it was white and gold. A tall woman, with dark hair also, had a dress on similar to Noella's and an apron over it as she stirred something on a stove. When the lady placed her eyes on Noella, tears began to rim them.
"Noella, darling!" She cooed, and left the stove to wrap her arms around Noella. This time, Noella hugged her, and let her guard down.
"Mom!" She breathed, and tears ran down her cheeks. She missed her so much, but the reunion was cut short when a familiar, dark presence was behind her. Noella pulled out of the comfort of her mom's arms, and turned to look at her brother. "Justin." She greeted.
"Sister." He said simply, and took a seat at the table, as did the rest of them.
"What is going on." Noella asked, after a long moment of silence.
"I repelled your banishment, for a reason." Her father started, and looked around the table. "It seems like earth is dangerous now. Many demon's have been released onto that plane of life, and they are killing humans, and angels alike." He told her, with seriousness in his eyes. " Family is now very important, more then ever. We must be able to protect our haven in order to sustain balance." He told her.
Noella's anger boiled, and her face flushed as she dipped her head, and stood up as soon as he talked about family. "Excuse me?" She said loudly, her mail element, spirit swirled around her in waves of energy. "Are you telling me, family is now important because you need my powers??" She growled. Of course, she is a very powerful being. Earth, wind, fire, water, and spirit were all controlled within her. "You can't expect me to just let you use me like that!" She yelled.
Her father sighed. "Noella, dear, please keep your voice down. Dont allow your little sister to hear your lapse of control."
That stopped Noella. Little sister..? " You mean, that little girl outside, Emily, is my little sister?" She whispered, and just got more angry. "What? Are you going to do to her, what you did to me?" She whispered, more tears and anger flowing.
Her father's eyes widened. "No, i never ment what happened to yo-" He began.
"No!" Noella whispered, but her whisper had so much spirit in it that it seemed to push back her father. "I dont want excuses. I refuse to help you. You dont expect me to help when you nearly got me killed. I was only 9!" she told him in fury,but but with her last words, the charged up energy around her pushed, and hit her father out of the kitchen door, and right onto the floor. She walked out of the room slowly and looked down at her father as she pasted. "I will not stay long." She said softly, and walked up the staircase, and to her room to calm herself.
((To be continued.))
