An Angel's Song

By Savannah K Vining

Enter a world where everything is a hierarchy determined by fate.

When fate pairs Alana Adaire to the dark Lord Callahan only then does she begin to question her fate. For it was fate that had brought her to the reclaimed city, ran by the merciless Fallens who treat humans with the upmost disrespect. And when she begins to fight for not only human rights, but her own as well, only then does she begin to see that Fate had paired her with the dark lord for the reason of pursuing change amongst the kingdom of Shakom.

Alana learns that she can no longer be the innocent and naïve girl she once was. She learns that she must fight back against the social hierarchy, something that no human has ever done before. But most importantly she learns that fate is never wrong no matter how much disdain it might collect from those who condemn it. For it was fate that had paired them together and it is fate that would change them forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Savannah K Vining
• Release date: Jun 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370792276

Savannah K Vining

I am an aspiring author who has been named as one of the most influential writers on the website, wattpad.com. I have put up some of my minor works, but have ranked number one in historical fiction numerous times, have gained over 2,500 fans, and have accomplished almost 3 millions hits. On a side note, I am a dog lover, a college student, and the type of girl that is not afraid to get dirty. A daughter of four girls and a twin, rarely can anyone get me down. I am ambitious, strong-willed, and only deterred at the rarest of times. Writing is my outlet, it is my life, and it is my passion. I have only been writing for about a year and a half now, and wish I found this passion sooner, as it is the greatest one that I have. I am a strong believer in sharing your passions, but also inspiring others with it. Never stop doing, because maybe one day, you will be able to do greater and better things. But most importantly.... ...Never stop believing. And always inspire not only others, but also yourself.

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Chapter One

Refuse him.

Those were the two single words that Alana thought as the old man with faded brown eyes and a balding head made way to one knee. She looked anywhere but at this old human being who was now proposing before her, distracting herself with anything but him.

Her family’s den was not much of anything, consisting of old hard wood floors and an old couch with boring pillows. A lonely bookshelf that had yet to be filled sat upon the side and a piano that failed to work was in juxtaposition of it. Not much to the room at all, she thought.

Something grabbed her hand and being torn out of her thoughts she was hauled back into reality by Mr. Gibson drawling about something along the lines of, …and you mean so much to me. You are like an angel, beaming upon me with her light… disgusted, Alana drew her hand back.

Refuse him.

The words once again demanded, almost automatically, within the back of her mind. It was as if a different voice spoke within her consciousness; a voice not of her own.

Frowning, Mr. Gibson spoke again, Is something the matter, my dear? a crease within his brow expressed only the minimum of his distress.

Alana withdrew a breath she did not realize she was holding and grimaced at the older man, Mr. Gibson she responded curtly, It is to my attention that you have feelings for me and I am regretful to say that I do not share what it is that you feel. I whole heartedly must reject your proposal as we are not fit for each other.

Needless to say, this was not the first time Alana had refused a proposal. Matter of fact, she had done so countless times before. Nor was it the first time she was compared to an angel. With a fair complexion, the brightest of blue eyes, rosy cheeks, and blonde locks, she was surely equivalent to any angel that was ever described.

Mr. Gibson was at loss for words. He began to stutter and choke on his sentences, and after several tries he finally managed to recollect himself. Still shocked by her rejection, he asked appalled, But at the dance the other night, you accepted me.

Alana smiled sadly at the old man, understanding his disappointment, I merely accepted your offer to dance, Mr. Gibson. It was simply to have a good time and pass the time. If I misguided you in anyway then I deeply apologize and I did not mean any harm by it. Smiling softly, Alana continued, Perhaps we can still be friends?

Mr. Gibson, clearly wanting something beyond friendship like all the others, frowned. Nonetheless, he accepted her request and got up from the ground hugging her tightly, A beauty like yours should not go to waste. He said once more before leaving and shutting the door softly behind him.

Sighing deeply, Alana collapsed upon the old couch and not one more second after, did her frail mother come barging into the small room.

Another one! Another refusal! How many more can you possibly refuse, Alana? As a single child, you should know that we depend on you. And he is worth millions! Do you hear me, Alana? cried the brittle mother, Millions! and as emphasis she spread her hands out wide. Then sitting next to her daughter, she took her hands within her own and made her look upon her own eyes. Seriously, she calmly said, I think you should accept his offer, my sweets. Alana immediately turned away, disgusted, but her mother reached for her chin to turn her head back towards her, I am serious now. He could save us from poverty, provide you with a good home, and love you. Besides, her lips curved downward into a deep frown, penetrating her deep wrinkles even more, your beauty won’t last forever.

Alana’s jaw dropped. Had her mother really just said that?

Head high, Alana retorted, Beauty may not always last on the outside, but it will always be in my heart, mother. And if any man truly loved me, they would see that. Alana got up and left her mother without another word.

But as she left the house, her mother yelled back to her, Your father and I are giving you one week to find a husband! You are of age, Alana! It is time for you to find- The door slammed shut between them.

Walking briskly among the busy streets of her small but crowded village of Winston, Alana thought over her mother’s careless words.

Alana was not ready for marriage; she was not ready for such a large commitment of heart. It did not take a week to fall in love. It took more than that. And as she walked down the dirtied streets of Winston, crowded with people, she did not realize the young children yelling out to her from the town’s small stage. One of them came up and grabbed a part of her pink dress.

Miss Adaire! Miss Adaire! the red-haired girl cried, her face covered with freckles Will you please sing to us? the young girl twirled a finger around a short curl in her hair and twirled her dress back and forth as if she was afraid Alana would say ‘no’.

Grinning widely, Alana looked down at the child and beamed Of course, I will. Alana put a finger to the girl’s nose for emphasis and the girl blushed. She took hold of Alana’s hand, pulling her to the small stage.

As many times before, Alana climbed the three steps to the top of the stage and took stance in the center of it. Some people, well aware of her talent in song, began gathering around. Alana had already mentally picked a song to sing and with a pat to her dress, a hand rested upon her stomach, and a deep breath, she began:

Close your eyes and you will find

That once upon a time

There was a land

That you could call

Mine.

As Alana sang, more and more people began to surround the stage, listening to the melody that they all knew and recognized so well.

But that land was taken

From our hands

And now it is not ours.

Alana relaxed as she sang further into the song, and closed her eyes as she let the notes go low and high.

And safely we hide away,

Dreaming of the land,

That was once lived and owned,

By man.

By now the entire town could have very well have been listening to her sing. Whispers of Alana having ‘the voice of an angel’ were being repeated around the crowd. It was a usual statement, something that was comparable to her beauty and voice. She wanted to grimace at the thought, but refrained from doing so.

So dream, my child, dream,

Dream away of our land,

Dream.

Alana stretched the last word out with her soprano voice. She quieted down to a decrescendo, leaving it to a dying piano until the song ended. The crowd began to applaud. Some of the men even whistled which in return received angered looks from their wives and sisters. Alana did grimace this time, but then curtsied before exiting the stage.

The children bounced at her feet and the little red-haired girl hugged her saying, Oh, thank you! Not long after, did the children run off playing.

The crowd had parted and Alana decided that it would be best to head home, especially since the sun was now setting. Looking beyond the pink and orange sky, she could barely make out the stars and moon. Not long, would darkness fall upon her small town.

But little did she or anyone notice, the two dark figures hiding within the shadows during her small performance. They were tall, muscular, and had a glint to their eyes that held authority and proved of their high ranks. The two Fallens exchanged looks, sharing a single thought that suggested they knew something. They knew they wanted Alana to sing for the king, and sing she would for him.

And so the two Fallens followed after her.

Chapter Two

It had not been long enough that Alana had entered the door to her small home, before her mother came to her with arms flailing in the air, Oh, Alana! You would not believe if I told you that not one, but two suitors came to propose to you this afternoon. It was so unfortunate that you left. Ms. Adaire frowned at that last part, but nevertheless she took her daughter’s face in her hands and said to her, I do hope you pick a husband, and soon.

Mother, Alana complained, taking a step back from her, If you must be so persistent then perhaps I will never pick one. Surely you must know that I cannot fall in love in only a week?

Of course you can! Why, your father and I fell in love at first sight. Retorted her mother with astuteness.

Alana let out a long sigh before saying, Which is why you don’t love each other now.

Nonsense, my sweets! cried her mother, Your father and I love one another very much.

As if he couldn’t resist, Mr. Adaire with his graying hair and distinct frown lines walked in that moment, muttering, If only it were true.

Before Ms. Adaire could say anything more, her husband walked away and in an instant, Alana did, too.

Goodnight mother. Alana called from upstairs, I do hope you sleep tonight and not fret over a future wedding that will not occur.

She could practically hear Ms. Adaire begin to complain again, but Alana had shut her door to prevent from hearing it.

She fell on her bed with exhaustion and whispered to the barren walls, Oh, how I do wish to be left alone.

~~~

Dancers, Men breathing fire, and exotic animals with colors and stripes were presented in the throne room of the grand castle of Shakom. Unlike the audience, who awed at the performance, King Xander morbidly sat in his chair. He looked about the audience wearily, almost as if expecting nothing but the boredom from which he had acquired from the performance. Everything that had been given to him, may it be jewels or exhibitions, had become hackneyed, worn-out by the many of times he had seen each.

Next to him was a similar but darker sight. Lord Callahan watched the exotic routine with no expression at all. Known for his ruthless ways, Caden Callahan, only found distaste for the impression that others had tried to make on the king. Only he knew that there was only thing, one person, who could make his King elated; his twin flame. A twin flame was the one person that every Fallen sought after, even Caden himself.

At that very moment, a man breathing fire blew his flames towards the King and his Lord. A manservant snickered from beside the audience when Caden showed no emotion. Caden eyed the man warily and before the man could say anything more, the lord approached him. It was all too late as Caden’s hand encircled the man’s throat. The performance had abruptly stopped and a deafening silence filled the room as all eyes turned to the pair.

The lord growled out through clenched teeth, Do you dare discern my lack of expression as merely an act of comic relief?

The man struggled to breathe and shook his head to the best of his ability. He choked out an inaudible; No. but Caden had heard him.

Then why, sir, do you whinny like a horse at my fixed expression?

Caden loosened his hold on the man’s throat so that he could speak. He took several gasps of air, and then said, I was only trying to lighten the mood.

And, Caden’s glare had darkened, does my mood need lightening?

No, my lord.

Caden stared at the manservant for a long time until finally letting go of him, I suggest you watch yourself before I do something I might regret.

Yes, my lord. The man was still wheezing, clutching to air as a means of life.

Caden walked back to his spot next to King Xander, to where he hid in the dimming shadows that held onto him as a mother would its child.

King Xander eyed him in a humorous manner, Why must you put on such a show? he asked his loyal friend.

Caden gave him a half smile, stating, To make them fear me all the more, of course. Just like that, Caden had disappeared in the shadows. He had left the throne room, leaving King Xander to ponder his thoughts once more.

~~~

A rapid and impatient knocking awoke Alana from her deep slumber. She unwillingly opened her eyes to a very flushed looking Ms. Adaire.

Oh, goodness, Child! It is about time you have awakened. Now quickly, dress into something decent and pack a bag!

Alana rubbed her eyes and wearily asked, "Mother, it is too late for