Chapter 1
"Everytime a baby human is given birth to, an angel is born too."
"Does that mean I have one too, daddy? I'm also human, right?"
"Of course baby, you are. One day, you'll meet them, and you'll know who it is to you."
Little four year old Clarke smiled at that.
"Those two newborns are connected to each other in more way than one: sure, the winged one is the guardian and protector of the other, but they are also soulmates."
"Really?"
Jake nodded, but then his daughter's high pitched voice asked.
"Why do people treat their soulmate so bad, daddy?"
The father sighed, taking her on his knees and stroking her hair. She placed her little head on his torso, listening to his calming speaking.
"People forgot what being soulmates means, I guess. Some treat their guardian angels a little bit like slaves. They don't care about the romantic side of the bond, just about the fact that angels exist because humans do, and that they have to follow their soulmate everywhere. An angel's instinct will always tell them to do everything to please their human."
"That's terrible daddy. I will never do that to mine. We'll be equals."
The man grinned proudly.
"That's great baby. You know, apart from their human, angels don't have a family. They just appear, which I think is really sad. They arrive in this world as a naked baby, at the exact same moment their soulmate takes their first breath. But it can actually be anywhere in the world, that's why sometimes it takes time to find your soulmate."
Clarke nodded thoughtfully.
"You know, nowadays, angels usually don't want to find their soulmate, because once they meet them, they can't leave. They would feel too much guilt and would much likely die. Once they find their humans, they are linked to them forever."
The girl was horrified.
"Angels don't worship their soulmate like they used to. They are close to the other angels, feeling understood in their unforunate condition: if their human is a sadistic evil, they can't kill them, or they will die."
"It seems unfair, daddy. Angels are so not free compared to humans."
"I know sweetheart, but I didn't imagine the world."
He sighed, rubbing her back absentmindly.
"Tell me about half angels again."
Jake smiled sadly.
"A lot of people have angel blood in their veins. That's because their ancesters were in couple with their soulmates, or sometimes, but it's more and more rare now, their parents. When an angel and a human have a child, we call them a half angel. It happens very very rarely, one baby on 10 000 births, but sometimes those half angels have wings. Those are small, white wings, unlike the pureblood angels colored and big ones, unable to carry their body up into the air, but wings nonetheless, full of feathers and beautiful. A long time ago, those personns were almost seen as gods, but nowadays, they are considered even worse than angels."
The little girl looked at him with he big baby blue eyes.
"Some say they are the producy of an 'unnatural couple's breeding', the mix of two kinds. Humans don't like them, but angels don't either. Unfortunately, they don't fit in either of those people."
This sad hollow came back in his daughter's eyes.
"But I will tell you one thing baby. Never listen to those who say that difference is a bad thing."
Her stroked gently the light feathers on his daughter's little wings, and she did the same with her small hands on his big light blue wings.
"You are beautiful baby girl, don't listen to them. You were blessed with those wings."
They heard a small sob and turned around to see Abby, who was leaning against the door frame, fresh tears on her cheeks. Her husband's expression softened even more.
"How long have you been here love?"
He extended his arms to his soulmate, and the human woman crossed the room to hug him. She whispered her answer.
"When you started speaking about half angels."
She looked at her daughter and smiled through her tears, before kissing her front head. Doctor Griffin was a famous surgeon, but also someone people were talking about in a bad way, someone who was in love with her guardian angel, someone who had produced a winged child.
"I love you both so much."