Angel Romance: Awakened (Paranormal Book for Adults) (Cursed Angel 1)

by Amelia Wilson

  So, when news of Shando natives coming for the Festival of Providence reached her ears, she was both apprehensive and excited. For once, she would be able to meet people who might have known her mother – perhaps a distant kin.

  The circumstances of her mother’s death weighed heavily on Shera’s mind. She wondered if there was more to it than just a tragic twist of fate.

  *

  A small knock on the door woke Shera up from a dream. Looking out the window, the sun was already high up in the sky. She stretched and yawned, mentally cursing at the person who had disturbed her sleep.

  The knocking on the door persisted in a fashion that was only unique to Andel’s.

  “Coming!” Shera yelled out, opening the front door to see a young man in his early twenties standing there with a goofy smile on his face. He hoisted a small knapsack from which scrolls were coming out like pipes to an organ.

  “You were asleep?” he asked. “That is quite unlike you.”

  “There was a Commune last night,” Shera replied sleepily. “It ended pretty late.”

  She gave way for Andel to enter the house, holding two small containers of food. He often visited during the lunch break, using that time to eat with Shera.

  Andel’s eyes widened. “Commune? But there was no announcement.”

  Shera yawned and went over to the wash basin. She rinsed her mouth with the cold water and turned to her lover. “The High Priestess suddenly insisted in meeting the Priestesses and Acolytles last night. We only knew about it an hour before it began.”

  “Why? Did something happen?”

  She proceeded to tell Andel about the Shandorians coming for the Festival of Providence. As her story progressed, Andel’s face darkened. He placed the containers of food on the table and sat down with a pensive look on his face. He did not seem too surprised by her story, though she purposely omitted the part where Iktai had denounced her in front of the other Acolytes and Priestesses. Andel did not need to know that.

  Andel was a teacher in the local Sedayval Academy. He specialized in history, and his research often granted him the ability to travel out of Sedayval to the foreign lands of Enmei and Xera. Once, he had even reached the eastern city of Ben-Airo, in search of maps of the region to decorate the Sedayval Library. His journey into Shando lands had to be cut short for the icy mountainous ranges were too harrowing for him alone.

  When Shera finished her story, Andel coughed and removed his glasses, settling it on the table. He massaged his temple, the news giving him quite a headache.

  “There were rumors circulating in the Academy too,” he said. “Looks like it is true then.”

  He opened the containers of food, and the smell of dumplings and porridge filled the kitchen. Fetching some spoons, they sat together and ate by the window.

  Her eyes caught the blot of ink spattered on his knuckles from the amount of writing he often did in the academy, and was suddenly reminded of the long hours he spent teaching and researching. It was beginning to push them apart.

  Andel’s pursuit of knowledge came from his obsession towards thaumaturgy and science. He shared the thoughts of many academicians in Sedayval – that the Jewel of Maan in the heart of Sedayval imbibed a more thaumaturgic element than a religious one.

  This is where Shera and he had spent countless arguments. Shera believed that the goddess, Maan, descended from the heavens above to aid Queen Vahana I in the war. Acting as Maan’s vessel, the Queen easily tore apart their enemies. Before Maan left the queen’s body, she laid claim over the land, and carved it off the face of the earth, thus creating the floating city of Sedayval. And to remind people of her sheer awesome power, the goddess embedded the Jewel of Maan into the heart of Sedayval.

  The Jewel of Maan was the nucleus to the matrix that was Sedayval. One could not survive without the other. Sedayval floated and lived and functioned because of the jewel, and in return, the city provided the Jewel with reverent believers.

  For a while, their relationship was fueled by philosophic arguments. She, the believer; he, the healthy skeptic. But recently, Andel had taken to a more disparaging view of the Jewel of Maan. And it did not help when Andel accused the High Priestess of fueling false beliefs amongst the people of Sedayval.

  He reached out for a dumpling in his bowl and placed it on hers as they ate in silence. He caught her staring at his knuckles made blue from the smudges of ink. Settling his bowl on the table, he bent to the side to fish out a few scrolls from his bag.

  Smoothing them open at the surface of the table, Shera recognized same diagrams to be the outline of Sedayval, viewed from transversely and from the top. Multiple annotations in Andel’s chicken claw handwriting were scattered across the paper. Each section of Sedayval from its multiple points of view had a single circle. Shera knew that Andel was researching the exact position of the Jewel of Maan within Sedayval.

  It has been a mystery that has stumped Academicians for three centuries. The precise location of the Jewel was a secret only kept by the High Priestess. It gave them the upper rein over the others in the city.

  “We calculated where its energy was the highest, and triangulated it to a few positions,” Andel said excitedly, having lost all his appetite for the half-eaten bowl of porridge. He pointed to several places on the scroll.

  Shera looked at the diagrams. As a Young Acolyte, the exact location of the Jewel of Maan was kept a secret from her, too. Only the most trusted in Iktai’s court would be given the honor. That was what Hazpo meant by behaving in Iktai’s court. Those who listened to the High Priestess, and gave her the proper honor, would have it reciprocated by the revealing of the Jewel of Maan. It was the highest piece of knowledge everyone vied for, even Shera.

  “What are you going to do with such information?”

  “Isn’t it obvious? We are going to look for the Jewel.”

  Shera slammed the container on her table, bits of porridge flew out of the rim. A small blot of congee found its way to the border of Andel’s scroll. He gave out a shout and brushed away the food from the scroll before rolling it up.

  “Maan’s feet, Shera! Be careful! I spent the whole night conceptualizing that diagram!”

  Shera did not care. Andel had crossed the line, and they were back in the argument. He stuffed the scroll back into his satchel, mumbling under his breath.

  “You can’t be fucking serious. If you dig up the Jewel of Maan, it might spoil the entire ecosystem that is Sedayval! That very Jewel powers this city!”

  “We aren’t going to do anything with it, Shera. We just want proof of its existence. Why should the High Priestess be the only one who knows of its location?”

  “You are jealous,” Shera realized. “You want to harness its powers too.”

  “There is no reason that those undergoing Priestesshood should be the only ones who can channel the Jewel’s power. If it is a thaumaturgic element, it is the property of everybody in Sedayval!”

  “It is your property, you selfish bastard. The Jewel ensures that you have a life in this city! It provides all the necessities we need. We as the acolytes and priestesses, are the vessels of the Jewel’s power. Isn’t that enough for you?”

  “No. As long as the power remains in the High Priestess’s grasps, we will all be mere puppets. Why should we blindly believe in Maan’s existence, Shera?”

  “Because Maan exists!” Shera exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. “What more proof do you want?”

  “I want to see the Jewel of Maan with my own eyes,” Andel admitted angrily. Once he started arguing, the vein on his left temple throbbed, mimicking the rise in his emotions. “I want to be given the right to channel its powers! It isn’t fair that only those in the Priestesshood are allowed that privilege.”

  “So, this is a matter of privilege then?” Shera asked, incredulous. “The Priestesshood is only allowed for Sedayvalian girls, Andel. If you want it so bad, go for a sex change!”

  “You are not a native Sedayvalian,�
�� Andel countered, slamming a hand on the table.

  “Tread carefully,” Shera’s voice became hushed.

  Andel hesitated for a moment at the icy coldness of Shera’s warning. Gathering his thoughts, he took a deep breath and continued. “Well, it is true. Your father is Sedayvalian, but your mother wasn’t. As far as lineages go, my parents were both born here!”

  The small chirps of birds could be heard from outside her window. It was the season of spring and the Willow Tail bird, a rare breed of birds that often laid its eggs at high altitudes, found a comfortable home in the very floating city. Its chirps were languid, described to be the melting ice in the north, melancholy yet cheerful. The chirps continued outside as Shera fought to keep her temper in check. It had been a rough couple of months between her and Andel.

  When she had first met Andel, she had found his curiosity for knowledge to be interesting. Andel’s curiosity infected her, and she began questioning the teachings of Maan. But never once did her faith in the Goddess waver. In Andel and many academicians of Sedayval, however, there was a slow but pernicious movement to slowly disassociate themselves from the teachings of Maan.

  The only connection Maan had with Sedayval was the Jewel she left behind and her Vessels; the Young Acolytes, Priestesses and High Priestess Iktai. Their reverence for Maan allowed the Jewel to continue its functionality. Without the women in Sedayval, the Jewel would cease to function, and the huge mass of land would come crashing down onto the earth, killing the hundreds of thousands of people living in Sedayval.

  Andel chose not to answer her question, but the maddening look of superiority on his face told Shera all she needed to know. He stood up.

  “I don’t want us to argue, Shera.”

  Shera’s eyes flashed with anger. She rose from her chair and approached Andel. Slightly taller than him, her white-grey eyes weren’t the only souvenirs from her mother. Shera also exhibited the Shandorian people’s tall, and burly physical characteristics. Her body was not built like a beautiful vase’s, with narrow shoulders and wide hips. Her upper body was quite built, and her breasts, though generous, weren’t too decoratively beautiful on the wide upper frame of her body. Her hips were inadequately wide to warrant the attention of the men in Sedayval. It was one of the reasons Andel had fallen for her.

  She was atypical, and she was strong minded and opinionated. Ironically, the very same things he found attractive in her were now extremely off-putting.

  “Listen here, Andel. I have never insulted your pathway into Academia.”

  “Because mine is the path of truth,” Andel said, unable to contain his smirk. “You cannot argue with facts, Shera!”

  He prodded her head with the tip of his index finger, a habit he usually exhibited when he wanted to drive home a point. Often, Shera found it amusing. But today, Andel had crossed the line. She slapped his hand away by the wrist. Her action surprised Andel, for Shera had never been a person to show her vulnerability. The look of poorly contained rage was etched on her angular face.

  “Get out,” she seethed.

  “Shera…”

  “Out!” Shera screamed.

  The rise in the tone of her voice stupefied Andel for a second. Recovering from his being stunned, he let out a small sigh and removed his glasses. The eyes that Shera had once thought belied intelligence and respect were merely brown, rude and unrecognizable anymore.

  What brought out the change in behavior in Andel? she wondered.

  He proceeded to move to the front door without hesitation. His gait was lubricated by her furious emotions, and it was evident that he wanted to make his exit.

  “You must have noticed it too,” he said, leaning a hand against the architrave of the door. “People are beginning to lose faith in Maan. It is rampant amongst the academicians.”

  Shera’s body trembled. She was overcome with a sudden desire to fling a ceramic mug at Andel’s retreating figure. It was too late. He was out the door, leaving her with her own confused thoughts.

  Chapter 4: Festival

  The Festival of Providence was soon upon Sedayval. As it was customary, the people of Sedayval kept their doors open, as a sign that their homes were open to the visitors from the foreign lands.

  As the entire population gathered in the central square, the huge portal in the middle of the town linking to the lower Earth glowed lazily, beams of light shining up to the heavens. High Priestess Iktai stood on the ledge of her palace wall parapets, and addressed the ground below, her voice magnified by magic.

  “My people of Sedayval, today marks the three hundredth Festival of Providence!”

  Loud cheers followed the High Priestess’ announcement. Shera stood amongst the crowd in her daily clothes. Only a few Young Acolytes had been handpicked by High Priestess Iktai, to be the chaperones for their incoming guests. Shera had not expected to be chosen. But still, she was bristled, having been curious to see the newcomers from Shando region. The past day had been lonely for her. With the absence of her father on business in Enmei, and her still blazing argument with Andel, none of her Acolyte friends had come to visit. They were slowly beginning to disassociate themselves from Shera, not wanting to be seen with the odd one out.

  “Maan, praise to our goddess, has been benevolent in providing to us the best of the best. Look at our civilization! Where else in the world can you find a city that floats close to the heavens,” she arced her hands across the star speckled skies. “We are truly the pinnacle of human achievement. And it is all praise to Maan.”

  “Praise to Maan,” people bellowed beneath her.

  Shera wondered if the High Priestess would address the arrival of the newcomers from Shando this year. Already, the rumors had been circulating that a delegate of fifty Shandos would come for the Festival of Providence this year. As though reading her thoughts, Iktai spoke.

  “People of Sedayval, the Festival of Providence is a way for us, the believers of Maan, to accept our fellow humans, no matter where they come from. Maan reminds us, that it is our responsibility, our obligation to be her best representative! Do not let Maan down! Praise to her.”

  The loud cheers continued as High Priestess Iktai took a deep breath. “The Festival will be our best one yet, where we will be met with newcomers, from the Shando region. For the first time in three hundred years, the Shandos have decided to join us!”

  The shock rippled through the crowd like the flit of multiple pebbles across a layer of water. Though some clapped and cheered, others began talking, the hint of worry in their voices evident.

  Iktai seemed to detect it too, from where she stood. And she did what most people in power would do in such distressing situations. Divert their attention.

  “We will welcome them with open arms!” she said, as multiple fireworks flew abound wildly around her. The spatter of bright, dazzling colors exploded all around them in the night sky. The people ooohed and aahed, momentarily distracted by the display. Shera however, could not help but shake her head at such a display.

  It was evident that the High Priestess was apprehensive of the visit by the Dragon Knights of Shando, but nothing could be done. The best was to ensure that the guards patrolled the cities extensively, and magic was kept to a bare minimum. Already, the sorcerers of Sedayval were commissioned to place a ring of magical nullification around the visitors, to prevent any unforeseen circumstances.

  But would it work?

  As the fireworks finished its last bang, it had done its job. People began clapping once more, smiles now returning to their inattentive minds and faces.

  As the huge platform in the middle of the square increased the intensity of its glow, she screamed out for the people of Sedayval to welcome their visitors.

  From the glowing platform, people began materializing out of thin air. The Jewel of Maan was able to transport large groups of people from lower Earth.

  The first two hundred people transported into Sedayval were the representatives of many towns and cities of the northe
rn Enmei region. Known for their sorcery, the delegates of Enmei were rightly dressed in the best witches and warlocks attire, floating orbs of magic accompanying their owners. Some also came with interesting beasts: gryphons, unicorns, and even a five-headed lynx with snow-white fur and sapphire spots. The delegates were accompanied by a few Acolytes and Priestess of Maan. Hazpo was one of them, deep in conversation with a fellow warlock from Enmei. They laughed and waved at the people of Sedayval who were parted to the side of the long square walkway, to accommodate the visitors.

  After the people of Enmei walked through, they were succeeded by the people of Xera. It was easy to differentiate the Xeraians from the Enmeits. Living in a tropical climate, the Xeraians had a higher tendency to have tanned, darker skins. It was also clearly demarcated in the clothes they wore, lighter, and its cotton thinner. This region had its fair share of magic, but not in the kind that was of sorcery. Xeraians were the proudest of Elementalists, having the ability to shape random parts of the earth, soil, water, wind, air, metal, and even vacuum.