Sinful Miracle: Chapter 1

“Symeon, You must not fly around like that, it's not proper.”

“Yes, father.”

“Symeon, stop stretching your wings like that, you will fall.”

“Yes, father.”

“You are slipping, Symeon. You must stay closer to me.”

“Yes, father.”

“Symeon, you unruly child, why did you wander so far off from me? Now you are falling and your wings are departing from you. What will you do now?”

“Sorry, father.” Wings are no good if I cannot spread them.

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Miami beach was not a quiet place to go during the summer, but all Amber wanted to do today was sit at the water’s edge and let the tide tickle at her toes while she worked on her latest novel. Surprisingly, though, there weren’t as many people on the beach today as she’d expected, and she was able to find a nice little groove among the rocks to wedge herself into. Amber Night was a normal enough girl, twenty, slim in build, curly brown hair, and brown eyes to match. She worked at the book store on weekdays, and weekends she saved for visiting the beach to work on writing books she could never seem to get published. She pulled her notebook from her blue denim book bag and wasted no time in continuing to scribble madly from where she’d last left off. She took that notebook everywhere with her, it was like her lifeline, her escape from the real world. Her latest work of literature was supposed to be a romance novel about a nerdy, young girl, who fell in love with an alien. Her thoughts on the subject, though, were quickly interrupted by a beach ball smacking her in the skull.

“Yo! So sorry, dudet! Mind tossing that back my way?” A young, blonde boy, with too scrawny a body structure to be shirtless, and wearing Hawaiian print swim trunks sprinted over.

Ugh, wannabe surfer. She rolled her eyes and kicked the ball back at him before strolling off down the beach again. All she wanted was a nice place to sit and write, was that so much to ask? Of course, after to today she wouldn't mind if that place was also quiet and free of the male species. Her mom, concerned about her social life, had forced her to go on a blind date earlier. Like all her other attempts, it was less than successful. Really, why did it seem like her mom could only ever pick out the worst people to set her up with? None of them had the love for a good story like she did, all of them were more concerned with work, with starting a family, with the real world... Honestly, she was beginning to think that maybe, for her, a good man didn't exis-

A yelp escaped Amber as she tripped over something and landed face first into the sand, some of it making it into her mouth. “Eww! Gross,” She spat and madly wiped her hoodie over her mouth. She was about to pick up the rock that tripped her and throw it into the ocean, but when she turned to look at it, she found it wasn't a rock at all. There before her, lay a man, deeply imprinted in the sand. He was tall with long, golden hair, a body that looked like it could have been sculpted by God himself, and he was stark naked.

Stifling a scream, Amber scrambled to her feet. “Oh god, oh god, oh god! He's dead! I just found a dead body! What do I do? Call the cops! I should call the cops!”  She started to dig through her bag for her phone when she heard a low moan. “Alive? He's alive? Are you alive?” She cautiously bent down at his side and attempted poking him. His strong hand griped her wrist and she yelped. Slowly his eyes fluttered open, deep, dreamy, ocean blue, looking first up at the sky, but then slowly falling to meet Amber's.

“You,” He smiled at her with a smile so perfect it probably could have melted the sun. “You're a human being.”

“Wh-What? Yeah, of course.” Now that he was awake, Amber was relieved, but she was also more aware of the awkward state he was in. “Um... Do you want my hoodie?”

The man sat up with a quizzical look. “What is a hoodie?”

“My jacket,” She said, taking it off and looking to the side with a blush as she offered it to him.

He frowned. “Why would I want that?”

“Erm, maybe to p-put around your waist?” Amber shook her hoodie at him blindly, blushing harder.

Falling back in the sand, the man broke into a fit of laughter. “Oh that's right, humans are supposed to wear clothes, aren't they? Very well, if it will keep you from turning the color of a ripe fruit.” He took her hoodie and stood up, tying it around his waist.

Amber opened her mouth to deny her embarrassment, but the man was already making his way along the shore. “Hey wait! Where are you going?” She scrambled after him.

“I have no idea.” He didn't even slow down or look back at her, rather he focused on taking in every bit of his surroundings as if he'd never seen the beach before, and he hadn't, of course. The dark sparkling water, the brilliant blazing sun that chased away all the clouds, and the smell of the breeze as it brushed his skin, it was all new to him.

“You can't just walk around in public like that!” She flailed her arms, and pointed to her hoodie, trying not to turn red again. “Plus, don't you want to call the police? Weren't you attacked or something? Why were you just knocked out on the beach like that? And why are you naked? You owe me a new hoodie and an explanation!”

He snorted out a laugh and finally stopped, turning to face her. “Good lord, you are quite the hysterical little human, aren't you?”

“Hysterical? I'm not hysterical, I'm confused! I think just about anyone in this situation would be!” Amber huffed, this guy was really getting on her nerves with his acting like nothing out of the ordinary. “And will you stop talking like that? It freaks me out a little.”

A blink. “Speaking like what? Am I not speaking in the proper humanly manner?”

“That! Like that! Why do you keep saying 'human' as if you weren't one?”

Another blink. “I'm not.”

Now it was Amber's turn to blink. “Ok, now it makes sense, you're a crazy person. Yup, you know what? Keep the hoodie. I'm just gonna go back to my car and call the nice men from the funny farm to come get you before you freak anyone else out.”

“You don't believe me?” He gave Amber a wounded look. “Why would I lie to you, Amber? You're an honest and innocent girl, kind and sympathetic. I have no reason to lie to someone like you.”

Amber halted mid stride and looked back at him shakily. “How do you know what I'm like? I've never met you before in my life... And I never told you my name either.”

“No, but I can read your soul, the kind of person you are. As I told you, I am not human.”

A gulp. “W-what are you?”

“An angel.” He said with a flicker of a smile.

“Angel?” Amber whispered the word to herself, suddenly she felt a shiver of uncertainty. He certainly could pass for an angel, standing there like that, his perfectly toned form outlined beautifully by the sunlit sea, gold locks dancing in the breeze, blue eyes sparkling. God, could he get any more Adonis-like? But he can't be a real angel, that's just not possible. “Ok, for argument's sake, let's say you are an angel. Why would you be here on earth?”

He opened his mouth, but quickly closed it again. He couldn't tell her he was here because he fell from God's grace, that would make him seem more like a demon, though, he knew that was what all fallen angels eventually became. “Well, I am, um... A guardian angel! Yes, that's it, a guardian angel, sent by the good lord himself.” It was of course a complete and utter lie, the first that had ever left his mouth as a matter of fact. Oh he would pay for that one later, he knew.

Amber raised her eyebrows. “Oh really? A guardian for who?”

Wonderful, I have not been on earth for more than ten human minutes and I've already become a liar, this cannot be good for me. “Well... for you dear girl! It is fate really, you were meant to find me. Infact, that's why know you so well! Yes.” He nodded vigorously, reinforcing his fib.

“Me?” Amber was taken aback. “Why me?”

He looked at her for a long moment, intending to make up another lie, but as he looked at her he could see something familiar in her, something he also saw in himself. “Because... you need a light in your life. Someone who understands you, understands what it's like to want something more than what you are supposed to.”

My God... it really is like he's reading right from a page written in my soul. “Does my gaurdian angel have a name?”

His lips curved into a gentle smile. “Symeon.”