The World of Rhune

Prologue: Pre-Fall

     Hannista glided lightly over the perfectly straight grass. At times she moved with her feet, others she opened her white wings slightly and let her momentum and the wind soar her to where she was going. Currently, she had no place in mind.

     The girl giggled, the straight grass was long, and when she opened her wings, only her feet grazed the thick green. She didn’t hide her laugh when again the grass tickled the tips of her feet. Hannista closed her wings, pressing them to her back, and started to run again. This time her fingers enjoyed the sensation her feet had moments ago. But they were more used; the grass felt good, instead of mildly ticklish.

     Hannista stopped, smiling, and raising her face to the light behind her. She knew mortals had the sun, which they circled upon Earth. But she had Him, The Crown, to shine brilliantly and give heaven light. She curtsied to the light, and her smile grew wider. A bow was not enough for Hannista. No, curtsying was simply more fun. She listed more adjectives as she walked. Different, pleasing, interesting, special, appealing, out-of-the-ordinary, engaging perfect…just more like her style. Hannista walked, thinking of how The Crown had complimented her the first time she’d dared to try it. It is very unique, child. Unique, and quite likable, for you. Her heart pumped slightly faster thinking of the love that had radiated in the words. Sometimes, she’d just make up things to show him, so she could be in his presence. After a while, she’d realized that the more little things she did to take up his time, the less anyone else received. Hannista had stopped visiting so often from it, be never had withdrawn any ounce of love she’d had for him. That doubled for respect, as well.

     The girl bent down, and picked the light little cherry flowers that were growing amid the vast green. It was a pretty contrast; unique and only making the landscape shine with even more color. If the billions of greens and yellow could have anymore color. Obviously, it could.

     Hannista tucked them behind her ear, and slightly tangled her hair with the stems so they’d stay, and started twirling, arms spread out so she whipped even harder. Her hair slashed around, following her head but was being thrown the opposite way because of the wind. Her feet were grinding into the grass, no doubt leaving a pretty stain upon her soles, and flattening all the rest of the grass near it. It became harder to breathe, her lungs were flattening slightly with momentum, and her eyes were shut tight. After a minute, Hannista couldn’t spin any long, and stopped, driving drunkenly to her left, head straight first. But then her vision shifted the other way, and she haggardly stumbled left. When her vision flip-flopped for the third time, she fell straight into the grass, hair spilling everywhere. “I...” Hannista’s breaths were ragged, quick, and seemed to sprint at the pace of her heart’s beatings. “Am so…” Another series of panting breaths. “Thankful.” She didn’t need so many breaths this time, but her lungs happily inhaled the sweet smell that perfumed the air. Hannista broke a stalk of grass from the never-ending field, and brought it to her nose. It smelled so fresh and vibrant, made her want to jump up and spin again. “To be an Angel!” The girl yelled the last part laughing, and rolled onto her stomach, straight infront of a small white daisy. “Why hello, little bee, not am I here to bother thee,” A satisfactory buzz came from the bug, but it had already been buzzing before; the girl tried to ignore the fact. She tilted the daisy toward her, the bee a top it coming with it, and she smiled then let it gently bend back into place.

     “La-lah-lah-luh-lah-la” the tune shot randomly from her head, to heart, then up through her mouth. Hannista shot up, and started to sing it again, and again, and again. She skipped into time with it, step one-two-three hop, hop. Step one-two-three hop, hop. What if she added a twist to it? Step one-two-three twist, hop, hop. There, much better. Maybe she’d go show Alexia later, the dark, wild-haired angel would enjoy it as much as she was.

     Hannista looked up at her surroundings, and gazed at something in the distance. An orchard? The view was hazy, even for her. Faint brown and green colors, swirled with red, yellow, orange, and purple. A fruit vineyard? How could something in her meadow have been so hidden to her before? Hannista tried to tear her eyes from it, but something about it, she just couldn’t. That had never happened to her before. The pull was so strong she barely blinked, even when the breeze blew against her stronger than before, drying her eyes making them near water. The angel kept her eyes upon the mysterious place, and unknowingly moved her foot for the first step.