The Angels Gem

By CateLynn Chapman

Book Description
A girl named Adelaide lived a normal life. When, suddenly she encounters a man named Jarlath who tells her she is The Angels Gem. This gem gives her angelic powers that God has given her to defeat the lost souls army that Satan has created. Along the way she meets a fallen angel named Seth making her question what the angels have told her. She tries to unravel the truth while protecting the ones she holds close and finding her own faith while Satan slowly tries to destroy her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483639307

CateLynn Chapman

Author Bio CateLynn Chapman is the writer of The Angels Gem . She was born in Texas with a heart condition making her go into heart failure when she was one four weeks old. Soon after her family came found out due to her heart condition had CAPS. Even though CateLynn lived with this disorder, and struggled in school she started writing when she was eleven with fan stories for Harry Potter then moved on to her own ideas. When she just turned fourteen she started writing her now published book The Angels Gem. Now CateLynn lives her dream of becoming a real author and having a plot of land to sit on to peacefully write her stories.

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CHAPTER 1

I hear a scream in a dark room, the sound of rushing wind in 5 my ears, and I feel my hair hitting my face. I finally open my eyes to see me falling towards the ground. I realize the screams are my own as I continue to fall faster and faster to my death. I felt the air coming in through my mouth and nose, making me not able to breathe at all. I start to panic when I saw darkness closing in, thinking I was dying. Tears flew out of my eyes and fell with me like rain. I could not scream anymore   .   .   . I had no more oxygen to be able to scream. I saw the ground getting closer and closer, I put my arms in front of me hoping I could inflict less pain when I fell hard on my face.

Suddenly, everything stopped. I wasn’t dead yet, as I should be. I slowly opened my eyes to see the ground only inches away from my face. Did someone catch me? Was I connected to something above me to make me stop? I turned my head to see who or what caught me. I saw no person or thing, but white angel wings coming out from my back.

I heard the beeping of my alarm clock, groaning, I hit the alarm on my nightstand. Making it fall on the ground and the batteries pop out. I rolled over thinking about another day of miserable and boring high school.

Don’t think that just because you got rid of your alarm clock, doesn’t mean you can sleep in, my mother said through the doorway. I rolled over groaning again closing my green eyes. Wishing I could fall back asleep.

Five more minutes, I mumbled in my sheets. I heard my mother’s soft laugh as I heard her footsteps coming closer.

Yeah, more like five hours, get up. She hit me hard on the butt. I yelped and rolled over again looking up at my mom Could you be a little bit gentler? I asked my mother. Her red wavy hair was pulled back in a hairy mess with her glasses on with the same green eyes filled with joy and laughter. She just laughed walking out the door.

Get up Adelaide, she ordered. I growled getting out of bed dragging my feet along the house reminding myself how horrible the day was going to be. I should be more positive, maybe it would even help me through the whole day, perhaps the whole week. My mother not too long ago lectured me about how I should take it day by day. Maybe pray about the day and ask for God to help me see the light in all situations. The thought made my stomach turned with a burn of hatred for bringing up the thought of God. The only light he seem to show was the sun going through my curtains aiming right for my eyes resulting in me wake up for a probably worse day than yesterday.

Now, I’m no devil worshiper. I hate the devil just like everyone else, but I just don’t necessarily believe in what those stuck up Christians do all over my school. Christians have this habit of thinking they are better than everyone else, and seem to think that they should get everything they want just because they are supposedly on Gods side. It’s a blissful lie they seem to live. They think that no matter what, God always has a plan that will work out good in the end. That he will always protect his children. Yet somehow he seems to let innocent people die for no reason. How can something good come from that?

The point of my ranting was to say that God couldn’t make my day any better. Especially talking to Him. So me, myself, and I only got me out of that bad. I got my own motivation to head to school. The reason I got was I was finally a senior. If I quit now my whole life would be for nothing. My father taught me to stand on my own feet and to push myself through the hard times to get to the good times. The good times I was looking forward to be moving out and starting my life. Helping my mother and spending some time with her. Not going to school just to see my mother for two hours before I go lock myself in my room to dig my head into books and studies.

At the same time though, I am afraid to go out in the world alone. Have a job and pay bills, just living alone gets me worried. Where would I even live? A crappy apartment? A trash can? I should hope not. I sighed, thinking to myself, that I shouldn’t worry about it just yet. What I should be worrying about is my hair that decided to blow up while I was sleeping. My face looked like it needed a serious makeover or I would possible scare someone to death. I headed for the bathroom starting up my iPod that started out with Drive Away by All American Rejects. Instantly, I sang along with it, moving in a dance like fashion while I got ready.

Adelaide! I have breakfast? my mother called down just in time. I had just finished curling my hair into loose curls after taming it. My makeup highlighted my green eyes that were now similar to my mothers. I raced down the stairs kissing my mother on the cheek as she handed me a plate.

Good morning mother, I said as I got a huge scoop of eggs.

Tea is already ready if you want some. I put my plate down as I choose between my mother’s grand collections of tea cups.

Thank you mom, I said as I took my cup and plate to sit down peacefully.

You’re welcome sweetheart. I just love getting up early just to make you breakfast.

Is that sarcasm? I laughed. My mother laughed when I caught her sarcastic joke.

No. She acted like I had truly offended her, How could you say that?

Easily, I said while laughing. My mother took the seat next to me. Touching my hand to let her know she was only joking.

My mother is the gentlest woman I had ever known. It was hard to believe how nice she was after I meet her family once. They all teased each other in a way that would make me cry in five minutes. That’s what I actually did too, and then hated me for it. Mother once told me she was as crude as they were, and it was because of my father that she became so generous.

My father also had no family, most of them died from diseases he said. His family had poor health even though he had the best immune system ever, or that’s what mom said. I only meet my grandfather when I was five then he died soon after that.

All we had was each other now. After father passed away, my mother had broken down. It was each other that pulled us through that time. I asked for God and prayed over and over again, trying to ask why he did this — wanting an answer of what the reason he did this for. My father was a huge religious man that made me admire him. He cared for everyone for nothing in return, showing the rare kindness that I don’t see anymore. Why would God take away someone so amazing and true at heart like that? What good came out of that? All it did was break my mother in to the fragile flower she is now. A flower that God didn’t seem to care about, even though I begged for Him to do something — to make her sadness go away or at least ease her suffering.

I walked into my high school doors and into the cafeteria to wait for the teachers to tell us it’s time to go to class. I sat down at a table full of people I have never seen before. I didn’t really even care, and apparently they didn’t either.

Putting my huge bag down by my seat, I straightened my blue shirt, pulling out my book.

Reading was a good way to escape. I don’t know why, but when I read, I can go wherever I want. Away from these mixtures of screams and high pitched giggling girls and rumors.

Adelaide, I heard a faint male whisper and I turned towards the mysterious noise. I swear I saw a face in the distance, but it vanished. Suddenly I felt a pain in my shoulder blade. I winced and placed one hand on the pain.

What was that? And why is my shoulder hurting? Was my bag too heavy? I asked myself. Well, whatever that was, it was gone now. I turned back to my book, beginning to read again, trying not to think too much into the voice I just heard.

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School went by as slowly as possible today. I swear I kept hearing a faint whisper of someone! They either said my name or something else that I could barely make out. Ugh! What could it have been? Not to mention my shoulder blades were still hurting. After I first heard these voices, I have been having this shoulder pain.

Adelaide? I heard a sweet woman call behind me. I jumped turning behind me to see a young woman about twenty five, much taller than me. Her red curly hair fell to the middle of her back, her eyes captured me the most — it was a gray, almost a cloud color. Not that the color disturbed me or anything, it was just different. I shook my head and pushed my thoughts aside as I spoke Yes? I asked. She smiled cheerfully, as if she had been waiting for me.

My name is Bethany! she said excitedly. I looked at her strangely Oh, okay… how do I know you? I asked raising my eyebrow.

Oh! Well, I work with your mother, and my daughter goes here so I think it’s great that this is the first time I get to see you. She smiled at me and I just looked at her in her sundress and high heels.

Ummm, well that’s cool. I have to go, it was nice meeting you. I said my quick goodbye and headed off. Odd, was all I could describe this meeting.

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The back pain never stopped, just increased. It was very hard hiding the pain from my mother over dinner. Once I was done doing my homework, it was time for bed. I kissed mom goodnight and tucking myself in and closed my eyes ready to rest, when I heard shuffling around my room. I opened my eyes to see a dark room, nothing out of place; suddenly, I saw a shape move from one side of my room to the other. I reached for my light quickly, but when I turned it on, I saw nothing. My heart racing, I laid back down with the light on trying to figure out a logical explanation for the figure. My imagination was what I came up with and sat up once more to turn off my light, but then I saw it again. This time it started to make a figure of a man. What the hell is that? I saw it again this time moving towards me.

Mom! I screamed closing my eyes hugging myself. I heard an evil laugh. No one is coming, a dark voice said in my head. I hugged myself tighter, confused. Was this a dream? A nightmare? I hit myself hard on the head, I yelped from the pain I had caused. There is no escaping me, it said again in my head.

Get away from me! I screamed again. Where is my mother? Was this thing hurting my mom? I found the courage to open my eyes. When I did, I was not in my home. I was in a fire prison with dark figures, which had no physical feature; no humanly form, but a demonic form, circling me. I screamed as they came closer whispering my name.

I screamed helplessly. Suddenly, I saw a man jump from the sky. The first thing I noticed about him was his white wings that had a shine to them, and the silver armor that covered his tall, lean body. He seemed to have its own light in this dark place, and the symbols on his armor were curvy and delicate. I looked at them more closely and they looked more like Latin symbols.

I looked up at him with his sword in hand, and as his hand gripped it tighter, a lightning shot around it as if to warn the demons of his power. He looked down at me, and for a moment, his gold eyes seemed worried and scared, but relieved to see I was all right. The strangest thing about this meeting though was as if it was a distant memory. Like I have met him once before. His brown hair was curled slightly and covered parts of his gold eyes, making me distracted from trying to remember him from the past.

The figures started to rotate around us, chanting in dark tones. My heart started to squeeze, like someone was gripping my soul trying to yank it out. I looked past the handsome man in front of me to look at the demons when another man, from afar, was staring at me. I only saw him for a moment, but again, the eyes. I was more drawn to him for some reason and my heart had a sudden pain. Remembering this pain of when my father had died, but that wasn’t quite the feeling. I tried to look closer at the blue eyes this man had when the man in glowing armor reached out a hand.

Adelaide, his deep gentle voice whispered to me. My eyes looked back and locked with his. Without another word, I grabbed his hand, pushing the thought aside. He pulled me up and tucked his sword in his metal sheath. He wrapped his arm around my waist, slowly to make sure I would be okay, but I was only looking at him and he was only looking at me. I felt protected in his arms, like this was normal. My eyes sharpened in frustration, I swore I have seen him before, but I couldn’t place it.

Hold on tight. His voice was gentle and his eyes stared deeper into mine. His eyes spoke more words than I could imagine. He seemed to be holding me as tightly as he could without hurting me. It was an embrace that made my heart quicken, and make me embarrassed. When I wrapped my arms around him, he smiled warmly. It reminded me of this picture I have with my parents holding each other.

He jumped up and I heard the beating of his wings against the air as we took off towards the sky. I looked down and the reality of what was happening came rushing back. I screamed, closing my eyes, holding myself against the strange man. I started to hear the angry cries of the figures below us, but faded away as the distance between us grew greater.

Adelaide, open your eyes, the man’s voice said. For some reason, trusting him, I opened them slowly and we were back on earth. My feet touched the grassy ground. When I looked out, all I could see for miles were gentle hills that grew into mountains. I hugged my arms as I felt the chill of the air after being in a fire prison. I seemed to take in everything as I felt myself start to shake. I looked back at my savior, and got a good look at his armor and wings, taking a few careful steps back.

Who are you? No, what are you? I demanded. The man bowed, I am Jarlath, the angel of the elements. He smiled. I stopped walking back when I thought I was a good distance from him. I looked around again and question after question popped in my mind. The one that was most concerning was where I was. It looked like a town wasn’t even near us.

Where am I? Why am I here? I asked a little too calmly, as I would have thought.

Adelaide. The man stood straight and reached out his hand.

How do you know my name? I stared at him suspiciously.

I wasn’t so angry or scared because I knew I was safe. I did feel like I have met this man before. He started to walk towards me a few steps and I knew at that moment we both felt the connection.

I have been watching over you for quite a while.

Are you sure we have never met before?

No we have never met. I didn’t realize he got closer, but when I noticed my heart warmed. Then I felt the stab again and my shoulder blades burned. I winced and placed a hand gently on the pain to cool it.

The pain will surpass. He placed a hand over mine and pulled it closer to him.

I stepped back and pulled my hand away. No matter which way I looked at it, I did not know him and I needed answers.

What is going on? I asked this time a little more seriousness in my voice.

Someone kidnapped you and tried to kill you. His name is Seth, he said honestly and I could see the hatred in his eyes.

Why? I asked.

Because God has chosen you.

What? I asked a little angry now.

I remembered the time when I did believe in God, I was young and naïve and the person that got me into God was my father. He was always so perfect and did everything God wanted him to do, but what did God do? He took him away from me when I was about ten years old, my mother and I were broke and left us heartbroken. I was never a God lover after that and I never found the urge to be.

Jarlath seemed to read my mind and sadness filled his eyes but he didn’t go into a rant like most people I would know. Instead he seemed to except it, not even knowing what was wrong.

You don’t believe, he stated out loud just to make it clear.

I did, I said bluntly, the anger spilling out of my lips. I didn’t want to say it, but the thought of my father made my anger start to burn inside me. It was like a poison, really, once I started I had to finish it. So I continued on with my anger.

So you’re going to stand there and tell me God sent you from heaven to swoop down and save me from a man named Seth?

A demon, he said. And not exactly. I have been watching you since birth and seeing as to what happened, I intended to save you. I still haven’t heard a thank you. Jarlath was trying to calm me. I could tell that he knew I was upset so he tried to extinguish the fire that had started. It barely did him good.

Oh? I said crossing my arms to keep me warm. I never asked you to save me.

More of a reason to thank me. He flashed me a charming smile that blew my fire out in almost an instant.

And yet I’m here standing in the cold with my PJs on. I was acting so casually for the situation I was in. I looked over what just happened, and so far, I got attacked by a demon along with getting kidnapped, and now I was joking around outside in the dark with some angel named Jarlath.

I think I might finally be going crazy.

My apologies, would you like to be escorted home? He asked reaching out a hand. I took it without question. Hearing the word home just seemed like the perfect place to be.

Yes, please. Jarlath pulled me closer than directed my arm around him. I pulled my blond curly hair from his face when we took off at a slower pace this time. I watched the ground get farther and farther away as he took off. This gave me the time to observe and to really see if I was dreaming. I looked up at the moon to see it full and I almost laughed at the irony. The stars and the moon was the only thing that lit the sky, and in the distance I saw my home. I tried to look around hard to see if anything was fogged to prove it was a dream. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself, it just wasn’t clicking.

My gaze turned to Jarlath and he was staring back at me and he tried to say something but the wind was too strong for me to hear him. And as he placed me down by my bedroom window he slipped in first to check my room.

Do you believe in spirits? he asked. I figured that was the Okay to enter my room.

Yes, I do. Demons and such but not God. I slipped in my window to join him and instantly turned on a light.

I can understand that… Would you believe me if I said that I was sent from God to protect you?

No. A laugh slipped from my lips. It was completely absurd.

Then this will be very difficult. He chuckled.

How so? I asked closing my window and checking my closet for demons.

Because that is the truth. God sent a group of angels to protect and guide a very precious person.

And I am supposed to be this ‘special person’? I asked sitting on my bed feeling a little dizzy from all this information being thrown into my face.

Not only that. You are to become a very precious angel that will either help us or destroy us. In heaven, we call her The Angels Gem, he said seriously walking close to me.

And you expect me to believe that?

Well, it seems pretty believable after what just happened. He held out an arm as if to show the scene over again, but he only put his arm away after a short laugh.

Unless it was all a dream, I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

I’m afraid not. And it’s only going to get worse from here. Now that Seth knows you can see him and you are free game. He will pursue you.

What do you mean by pursue?

He will try to kill you. And everyone you care about. After he said this, I felt very threatened by his presence and I started to think this was getting out of hand. There is no possible way this could happen to a seventeen-year-old girl who was going to graduate soon. No possible way. This had to be a horrible dream, or a very big reality hit.

Jarlath seemed to get the message that I was through with this meeting and headed towards the window with a regrettable look on his face.

This is much I know. I wasn’t expecting this to happen so soon or maybe I would have done something sooner. He turned his head to look into my eyes. A part of me didn’t want him to leave, it was clearly written on his face as well. I didn’t want these feelings to