Arlima,

          Oh, I didn’t know that.... Here on earth angels are associated with only good.  Fallen?  What does it mean to for an angel to have fallen?

         By my home, I assume you mean all of Europe, and the reason I don’t see much outside of my country is because I’m in school and when I’m not in school, I’m on secret missions.  Well, my roommate was a fellow spy.  Yes, I trusted her very much because she has always had my back and so I do tell her about my moral dilemmas. She is very important to me because she is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a sister.

         Well, the parents I live with aren’t really my parents.  Sorry I lied about that, but at the time I didn’t know much about you and so I followed my instincts and lied.  As to why these parents don’t trust me, it’s a long story that will answer many of the questions you’ve asked and explain most everything...

I am a spy that works in small groups of four to six teenagers my age, and we have a supervisor (adult) who accompanies us on all our missions.  Almost a year ago, my group’s supervisor went missing.  All the kids that I live with who are spies like me (there are 12 of us), decided to go on a mission to help her – cause we had gotten a few stress call – but we had to leave about half of us behind.  My roommate was one of the people who volunteered to stay.  But on this mission we found our supervisor, captured and being held in the middle of the enemy’s camp. 

When trying to infiltrate the camp, we were caught.  We had been taught by those who trained us that the rebellion leaders were so cruel that they would torture any of us who they caught, but something completely different happened.  Brant didn’t even constrain us – he asked for our weapons and our supervisor told us it would be okay, so we all gave our weapons up. Then they explained everything to us – from the start of our small country’s history to now – but they gave us a completely different outlook.  I didn’t realize everything I had been doing was so so wrong.

Just a few weeks ago, my king sent in more spies to overrun the camp we were ‘trapped’ in and they brought us home again.  I passed a bunch of tests, so many I’m not even sure what half of them were supposed to prove, but they didn’t send me back to the academy or back to where my roommate Rosie is. They sent me to live with these ‘parents’ in the capitol city and now I’m being home schooled.  I think they are worried about my loyalty... which is something they should be worried about.  I don’t like to be lied to.

So that’s why my ‘parents’ don’t trust me.

Why would he love us more? How are you so different that he couldn’t love you as much as us? I don’t understand! It would seem that angels are perfect.

How is your home different than the heaven I would go to? Why wouldn’t you call it paradise? It’s better than living on earth, right?

Well (I feel like I am telling you so much in this letter alone that I am being very vague to leave room for other questions J), You see I was created to stop the King’s enemy.  That is my only purpose and mission, and if I die doing it than it is an honorable death – or at least it would have been a year ago.  They have practically brainwashed the whole army of his personal spies into thinking that what they are doing is right, but it really isn’t.  I know there is nothing I can do because I didn’t know that what I was doing was wrong – killing and plundering – but now I want to fix things.  I have joined the enemy of the King who are actually fighting for good.

Why don’t you see Celsabourne much? What is your relationship with him like? Who is he to you?

Why don’t you like having all that power? Can you define this power that you have? What is this justified trouble you keep mentioning and why has it lead you to protecting such a young girl?

What do you mean when you say that you only feel hurt when a traumatic event occurs? How come humans wouldn’t be able to recover?

Yes, my parents know very well what my job is and they are actually very high and important spies as well, they just don’t go on missions like I used to. Their mission is to keep me under control.  And there is only one way to become a spy for King Julian the Great (or so he thinks) is to be born an orphan.  I was given to an orphanage at a very young age and from that moment; I began training to be a spy.  Of course as an adolescent I had to pass a test to actually become a spy, but from my birth I was selected to be a spy.

Sometimes I wonder if my real parents are still out there but there is no way to know – those files are destroyed.

                                             Avery Carter