Falling: A Faraway High Fairytale: Faraway High Fairytales, #1
By Scarlett Kol
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One week will change everything...
Don't interfere with humans.
That's the number one angel rule, but Arianna has broken it--again. As punishment, she's cast out of Heaven and into a small town in Iowa with one week to discover the meaning of humanity or she'll lose her wings forever.
Arianna expects to meet the challenge and be back in Heaven faster than she fell to Earth, but when she meets the handsome and elusive Griffin Carlisle she realizes risking her heart may be the most human thing of all. Could Griffin be her ticket home or a reason to give up her wings for good?
Falling is a heavenly twist on the classic tale of The Little Mermaid with swoon-worthy romance and a relatable contemporary fantasy spin.
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Falling - Scarlett Kol
1
Once upon a time, someone said Heaven knows no pain, because it knows no sin.
This person lied. Or maybe they’d just been misquoted and in need of a better publicist, because I’d definitely sinned up here, and as I waited outside the Court of Heaven for my name to be called, my knotted stomach hurt more than an eternity of torture in Hell.
It’s not like I’d committed a big sin. I didn’t murder anyone or steal anything, but if any transgression against divine law counted as sin, then yep, I was guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.
I tapped my foot nervously on the marble tile. The steady sound of it echoed throughout the great hall, bouncing off the intricately frescoed ceilings and rattling the gilded candelabras. Beside the grand doorway to the inner court, the two guards eyed my drumming foot, then looked at each other with matching annoyed sneers, but I really didn’t care. Angels of my class weren’t often called before the court, so they needed to get over my anxiety. If only I could too.
The bolt on the door banged as it unlocked, and the guards turned at attention, ready for whatever might come storming through. Instead, the door slowly creaked open, just enough for the court recorder, Malachi, to slip out.
Arianna,
he said. Raguel would like to see you now.
His expression revealed nothing, his disciplined gaze flat and unreadable. Years of working as an officer had dulled his ability to emote and provide any glimpse of what lay before me beyond the doors.
I gulped and stood up from the tiny marble bench. My legs shook, threatening to give out and leave me flailing on the cold stone floor. I closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing, counting backward from ten as I straightened my gown and fluffed up my wings. If I had to go on trial, I should at least look my best. I doubted it would help, but I had few options left.
The guards grabbed the iron door handles and pushed them inward to let me pass. I studied the intricate carvings in the wood panels, trying to avoid looking forward. Each tableau depicted justice being carried out, swift and heartless as was its way. Slaughtered felons and severed heads littered the artwork and I took a deep breath, hoping I wouldn’t one day join them. Especially not today.
I’d barely taken a few steps into the court when the guards slammed the door shut with a thunderous boom, nearly nipping my heels. A few pure white feathers fell from my wings in the abrupt draft and drifted softly to the ground.
Arianna, please step forward.
Raguel stood at the end of the aisle, before the benches of the court, his arms stretched out toward me. Radiant light beamed off his azure robes, almost inviting, almost safe, unless you knew what you were walking into. Raguel, the high angel of justice. A gentle soul, but with the ability to bring the strongest men and divine to their knees. The angel who’d struck down armies in their boots. Without hesitation. Without remorse.
Rows of angels sat along the edges of the aisle, sad eyes and shaking heads, here to see my fate. I avoided their heavy stares as I trudged farther into the court. Their condemnation weighed down upon my shoulders as I walked.
You are accused of breaking the cardinal rule of your kind. What say you?
I swallowed, carefully reviewing my words again in my head. I’d practiced them a thousand times, but now, standing in this place, they didn’t seem appropriate. Didn’t seem enough. I laced my hands behind my back and ran my fingertips along the downy softness of my feathers, hoping the familiar would bring me strength.
I think this has all been a big misunderstanding.
Raguel shook his head. His long platinum strands rippled in waves that flowed gently over his shoulders like a waterfall. Everything about him, from the top of his stunning head to the bottoms of his strong and sturdy feet, radiated with an unnatural beauty. A beauty that could swiftly turn lethal if crossed unprepared.
Did you not change the course of fate for one—
he turned toward the angels on the court and after hushed whispers turned back, —Henry Tatum?
The moment spun in a loop in my brain. The carousel of misdeeds that a certain Henry Tatum had committed. Over and over he’d made the same bad decisions, affecting all those around him. For once, he needed to break the cycle of those bad decisions and pay penance for his ill-lived life. I could no longer let him destroy his family and those who loved him, unaware or unwilling to believe what he was capable of. In that moment, the one in which I intervened and punished Henry, my heart did not feel shame. It did not feel guilt. It seemed the exact right decision.
Yes and no.
Raguel smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. His gold-tipped wings shone in the light, making him appear even more holy, even more terrifying. Explain.
I’d been watching Mr. Tatum, and it was merely a matter of time before he received comeuppance for his misdeeds. I simply speeded up the process to avoid any further harm to anyone else.
Did you, now? Or did you make things worse?
I scanned the faces on the court, each one hanging off his words, waiting for mine. Except I had none of my own to respond.
What if you hadn’t inserted yourself into Mr. Tatum’s life, and he moved on to make better decisions? His wife was pregnant. Did you know that? What if after the birth of the child he became a changed man?
And what if he didn’t?
I blurted, immediately covering my mouth with my hand for talking out of line. These were the things that constantly kept me in trouble. Never knowing when enough was enough.
He nodded for me to continue.
I swallowed hard. What if, instead, he continued down the same path and made the same awful decisions? Or worse—endangered his wife and his child?
Do you not believe in the power of love as redemption?
I stopped and thought over my words. I couldn’t lie. Not before the court.
In this case, I don’t. I don’t believe that love could be strong enough to fix him. To change his path.
The collective gasped, and I clenched my eyes shut, knowing my mouth had run away with me again. I think he would have destroyed everyone around him.
But that would have been his choice. Humans were gifted free will—the ability to make their own decisions regardless of outcome. We are not meant to override those decisions or circumstances.
Raguel hung his head and began to pace in front of the court. My knees quivered beneath my gown, fighting the urge to run out of the room and never return. Maybe I could hide amongst the stars and disappear, or fly off to a distant planet where no one would ever find me. Except, they would. Heaven’s reach surpassed all limits of my potential fugitive imagination.
So, you stand here, doubting the gifts bestowed on humankind by our Lord—love and free will.
I don’t—
Silence,
Raguel shouted, raising his hand in the air. The entire room fell deathly quiet. I no longer wish to hear argument. Even ignoring these facts, what is the single most important rule among the angels?
I stared down at the floor, my chin nearly hitting my chest. Do not interfere with humankind.
I didn’t hear you.
Do not interfere with the humans,
I said louder, my hands clenched into fists at my side.
And did you interfere with humans?
Yes.
And is this the first time you’ve been warned about interfering?
I hung my head again as my shoulders rose. No.
The room erupted in a flurry of accusations and chaos, but I kept my eyes locked on the veins of gray in the shiny marble floor. I tried to block out the voices, but each one wound my muscles tighter, bit by bit like harp strings being tuned, as my body begged to collapse in on itself. To implode. To vanish.
Enough,
Raguel yelled, and calm resumed.
He walked toward me and placed his hands upon my cheeks, holding both my face and my stare. I do not believe you intended harm, but divine law has been broken and you must receive punishment. If you doubt the gifts bestowed on humans, then maybe the best lesson would be to walk among them.
I squirmed in his grip, but he held firm. You want me to go to Earth?
Yes, but not as an angel. As a human. If you do not understand humanity, then it’s best you learn. Seven days. I give you seven days to discover the truth of humanity, or you shall not return to Heaven.
Understand humanity? What does that mean?
That is for you to find out. It is not enough just to walk among them. You need to actually experience—be human. Feel as they feel, live as they live, learn as you need to.
But what if I fail?
Raguel removed his hands and walked back to the front of the court. I suggest you don’t. But if you do not succeed, you are no longer welcome here. So I have said, so shall it be done.
He clapped his hands twice and the room began to spin. I reached out, grasping for anything that would keep me still, but my fingers simply slipped through the empty air. A sharp searing pain scalded the top of my shoulder blades and tore across my back as the weight of my wings disappeared. The rest of my skin ignited, set afire with agony, raw and deep. I reached behind me. A sticky wetness coated my fingers and I pulled my hand forward again, dripping splotches of dark red blood. I screamed. Pain pulsed through my body, ripping every part of me and forcing it back together again. The light mixed with the dark, mixed with the nothing, and I lost my grip on the floor. My stomach rose into my throat as gravity took hold.
And then, I fell.
2
All Raguel had left me was pain. Pain and darkness.
My head ached. At the back of my skull and in the space just behind my eyes, pressure built like my brain might explode. Fortunately, I’d stayed still long enough for the fiery sting across my shoulder blades to finally be extinguished, but it had now been replaced by an irritating itch, deep within my flesh and impossible to scratch. I stretched out my limbs, fighting against the burning and throbbing in my joints that made every movement more awful than the last. If this was humanity, it sucked.
I eased my eyes open. The world lay still, bathed in dark with only the speckles of stars in the sky. Except these weren’t the majestic inspiring beacons that stars should be. Just unrecognizable blobs breaking up the infinite night. How sad. I sat up, the motion ripping through my human veins, unnatural and unyielding. I reached my hand behind my back and concentrated, waiting for my silken feathers to brush against my fingers, but they didn’t. My stomach hollowed. This is real now.
I struggled to my feet, my knees quaking, threatening to toss me back down to the dirty ground. Death surrounded me. Scorch marks stretched across the ground from where I stood, exploded out like a firework. All life—every blade of grass—crunched beneath my feet, charred to a dark crisp. Just beyond the touchdown point, the world continued again. Fields, maybe a meadow with green grass and purple asters, drooped in the night, waiting for the radiant sun to wake them again.
Must’ve been some trip.