Prologue:
3rd Millennium, Mortal Year 2045,
There stands my munt (the person who has a guardian angel) in her pink scrubs and a white, doe eyed girl with glossy blonde hair in her hands, laughing,playing with stethoscopes hanging round the nape of her neck, simply ecstatic to be in her presence. I don’t blame her, we all enjoy her presence, even in the immortal world, her stories chant the entire ‘Glivigonian Kingdom’ her energies, stronger than any other, darker and more powerful than ever seen in any mortal, as if she were a descendant of our Lord Glivigon himself!
Who is she you ask? Ayesha is her name, inspiring is her game. Today she stands at the top of the world, making the infidels hold their heads low in shame, they didn’t believe in her, she proved herself. Now she stands in her office, in her scrubs, a certificate of excellence on one wall, her degrees on the other and lie on top of the mantel, are her Grammies, her awards, proof of how she’s mugged every single award show.
CHAPTER 1: THE BACK STORY
Still the 3rd Millennium, Mortal year 2003,
Now when I look back through all the time zones, different time layers and dimensions, I remember spreading my black wings, crimson on the ends and just doing my job, cutting through layers of times to watch over the galaxy. And that day, after 10,000 mortal years, I went to check on the planet earth for closer inspection. While flying over a motal’s house I saw immense yellow light that shown right through the glossy portal of invisibleness of the house. What do you call it? Windows? Weird name for a portal if you ask me… that light was energy, and I swear on Lord Glivigon’s holy name that I have never seen such strong energy, epecially in a mortal.
I kept telling myself that this is against my job, curiosity is not one of my traits, or at least that’s what the book of “Glivionites’ Laws” suggests but somehow, my wings took a descending flight, curiosity taking the best of me, landed me in front of the portal. There I saw a small figure, a shamefully small figure if you compare them to immortals and still quite small even if we talk about mortals. The figure burst into a thousand energies, energies of different colours, there was red; love. Blue; hope. Green; nature loving, patriotic. Pink; care, affection. White; pure. Black; fears and somehow it all amalgamated to one hue, Yellow; Inspire.
You see, we immortals see differently than mortals, you see what’s on the outside, you only see what our Lord Glivigon has sculpted with his talent dripping hands however we, we see what’s on the inside. We see ‘Colours’ or you could call them, colours. There are different colours for different traits or feelings and one colour could be associated to more than one trait, for e.g. Think of crimson with hues of purple, that’s love. Now think of a crimson with hues of orange synced in it, what comes to your mind? Blood, Fire, Sirens, Hooters and to sum it all up in one word; Danger!
That mortal day, I spent watching the energy dripping body, and as I looked even closer, all the colours started to sync into a petite feminine figure. It was a human’s girl child. She had brown sun kissed skin, muddy hair that flowed down her nape, falling on her shoulders in waves ever so generously, and eyes, eyes that held the colour of the sun, the colour of honey, the colour of the shore as the waves hit the beach on a warm fuzzy day and your vapour sheathed skin sparkles like a thousand pearls. Imagine that? Now fade in that picture; feel the water on your body breaking into a thousand different colours, smell the wet, muddy sand, picture happiness. That’s exactly what her eyes looked like. What surprised me the most was how I saw so much hope in not only a young child, but a young Pakistani child. How is it that there’s so much belief, hope and inspiration in a Pakistani child? I’m sorry, let me correct myself, a Pakistani child who is ‘GIRL’.
That day, I knew this girl was going to grow up and set an example, I can tell that bit. I’m Lord Glivigon’s most trustworthy assistant after all! I had my perks. What I couldn’t tell was how that girl was going to do it, so I waited, I wanted to know her story and I was willing to wait and watch, to see her grow, to record every event in my memory so that one day, when all, the mortal and the immortal talk about her, I can stand in a corner proudly with my wings held high and my claws crimpier than ever. I can be the one who narrates her tales perfectly, describe every event, every colour and energy in detail.
CHAPTER 2: THE SECOND ENCOUNTER
Still the 3rd Millennium y’all! Mortal Year 2005,
I was flying through the blue sky, hues of pink dipping in yellows and auburn creating the most magnificent sight. Another one of my Lord’s creations. I flew over a building that dripped turquoise; dreams. That’s where I saw the same energy, the screaming yellow however this time, the black in it was heightened, her fears had increased in count. And Lord knows fears always become barrier between you and your destiny, the stop you from stepping on the horizon and seeing the world from one angle, the angle where both the sky and the land meet. I heard another small figure of pink energy running towards the yellow energy screaming something in her high- pitched shrill voice. “Ayesha! Ayesha!” she screamed. Hmm… Ayesha, so that’s her name.
I saw her again after a few more years, it was the year 2016 I believe, and her energy was still as bright as the first day I saw her, but this time around, her body held even more darkness than before. Her fears paused her from taking every step that she wanted to, shadows and obscurity were blaring through her frame, and qualms were stultifying the yellow in her, shrouding it with black. This worries me, I had all the blue in me for her. She has to do justice to the blue I had for her, so I decide, that I need to bring her morals up. I went outside her house, and left a book on her windowsill, ‘the kite runner’ it’s a book written by the mortals but it’s a book of facing your fears and conquering them, maybe this might spark her yellow again.
CHAPTER 3: LOOKING INTO HER FEARS
You already know, it’s still the 3rd Millennium, Mortal Year 2037,
You all do remember Ayesha right? Of course you do! Guess where she is right now? In London, she lives in the green St. She goes to Oxford University there, her major being botany, and her minors being literature, biochemistry and music. A minor she took without her family knowing because her family, not being as liberal as she desires, doesn’t approve such subjects.
Let’s brief you a bit on her fears:
1, she doesn’t like spiders
2, she’s afraid of losing her family
3, she’s afraid of being herself
And,
4, she’s afraid of facing her fears.
Also, remember the book I left for her? She carries it everywhere with her, reads it every night, her yellow is brighter than ever and well… so is her black.
Now to brief you a bit more on her life in London, there’s a new character to her story, his name is Harry, Harry Dwayne. She’s been here for a year now, and her feelings for the curly headed brunette with a jawline that could slice right through glass have grown immensely.
First impression, he was in literature with her, he liked Shakespeare, he quoted Shakespeare in class, ‘stars hide your fire, let not light see my black and deep desires’ he also helped pick her books up when she tripped over basically nothing except her clumsiness and the wave of nervousness that surrounded her every time she was around Harry. I like that boy too actually, he used black in the quoted that he ‘quoted’ in literature before he helped Ayesha pick her books up because she got nervous around him and… we’re going back aren’t we? Oh well… you get the picture. Another reason why I like the boy is because he holds a lot of blue and red for Ayesha as well. He likes Ayesha back just the way she does but she’s too afraid to let it be more because
1, he’s white
2, he’s a Christian
3, she really doesn’t care
4, but her parents won’t commend
Just like how they won’t want her to be a singer even though she sings like Nutella and strawberry. Admitted, I’m not a mortal but that definitely doesn’t mean I haven’t been accustomed to the mortal delicacy that you guys eat.
CHAPTER 4: THE ACCIDENT
Do I even have to say it? 3rd Millennium, Mortal Year 2038
Ayesha, walked through the hurd of white people with her head low, her long sleeves hiding her sun kissed bronze skin, hiding it from the world, she didn’t want unnecessary attention, she didn’t like when people looked at her like she was someone different. She didn’t realize how beautiful her coffee caressed skin was, she felt like it was a disgrace, when she should be the one taking pride in it. This is who she is. This is who she should take pride in being.
Collecting her steaming pumpkin spiced latte from the cashier, she exited starbucks and crossed the road not realizing that the sign was red, she was too consumed in her thoughts, thoughts of Harry, thoughts of how his cheeks indented when he smiled or how his green eyes shown like galaxies, she completely evaded from the world, so much so that she didn’t see the yellow sports car screeching and cutting through the thick London air coming towards her, she was hit by the car. Her bones mangled, crimson was everywhere, her hands shook by her side for a while until sleep took her sight away from the world. I watched her up here. I watched how people gathered around her, called an ambulance, loaded her in and got her to the hospital. Another guy clutched her phone and skimmed through her phone book, seeing that Harry’s name was under favorites, he assumed that he was the best person to contact, and he was right.
Harry arrived soon, donated his blood for Ayesha as well, they both shared the same blood group, B+
After that their feelings grew even more, soon her like for him sparked into adoration; love.
She and harry would sing together as well, Harry too had a beautiful voice, and they would both spend their time singing ‘counting stars’ together.
CHAPTERE 5: FACING HER FEAR
I’m not even going to say, Mortal Year 2043,
Now, 5 years later, Ayesha was a famous singer, Harry had forced her into giving auditions for a singing competition and she got a contract with the famous Simon Cowell as her manager, she is famous and even her family has come to accept the fact that she is a great singer. However, they still don’t know about Ayesha’s love for Harry, she knows they won’t approve.
Today, I walked past Ayesha again, I had had enough of her fearing reality and not stepping up, im about to commit the greatest sin of my life, my Lord Glivigon will be upset but I know that if I fight my way through for her, he will see what her true strength is. I’m about to show Ayesha I exist, and that I’m her guardian.
I walk towards her when shes alone in her room to not invite unnecessary attention and show myself, my black wings, auburn on the ends showing, my claws gripping onto the awfully soft feeling expensive brown rug in her living, she screamed when she saw me, her eyes watering up with fear. Her cheeks red. I tell her, “I’m your guardian and you are my munt.”
After that we talk and I explain to her everything, I’ve been watching over her for years. She seems to understand. She takes the big step and tells her family, at first they don’t accept but gradually they seem to see their love for each other.
CHAPTER 6: THE GOOD GOOD FUTURE
I’M NOT EVEN SAYING…
She is now married and leads a happy life, being one of the most influential Muslim people in the world.
