Angel

vanilla #24 - a gift with topping whipped cream - story must feature one of your characters (who is not a juvenile in your story) as a child.

            Calle and Tionne Sharnd were on the run. The Vern family had decided that they were no longer useful and had put out the order to have them killed. Riding a horses through the countryside they were heading for the Forest of the Dead where the sorceress Elizabella was keeping the Vern twins. If they could talk some sense into those children there was a chance that the world would not be lost. Tionne was holding her baby girl, who's name had not been decided, for she had only given birth hours before. By all records her child did not exist and that was the way she wanted it. A sudden crying out made them both stop riding and look at their baby.

            "She looks like an angel." Calle said as he touched his daughters hand.

            "She is an angel." Tionne replied, "But I'm afraid that we will not make it to Forest in time. We might have to do something else."

            "We talked about this; we are staying together as a family no matter what it takes," he replied, "I'm not losing you or Angel."

            "Is that her name?" Tionne asked smiling and Calle nodded, "But you're right; we won't make it to the forest so we need to go with the other extreme."

            "You know we can't stay on Earth. We could hide their and maybe try to find the Winter's but we could never hide there permanently. Our blood would get recognized eventually," she said.

            "Not if we're human," he said and she gave him a look.

            "You can't mean we surpress our own lives. Think of all we've done and all we've fought for. If we lose all of that then what is the point if our dreams come true; we won't even know it."

            "This is our gift to our little girl; we are giving her a clean slate. We simply change our names and go to a world where Sharnd means nothing. We will have entire lives that we will remember, choldhood memories formed in our own minds," he said and Tionne looked sadly down at her little girl.

            "I won't remember our friends and those who have died trying to save this world. What of our memories of them?" She asked and Calle sighed.

            "We have to do this, for her, for Angel," he said and Tionne nodded before handing her baby to her husband. Putting a hand in front of her she began to mutter in an inaudible language before a large blue door appeared. As the door opened a bright blue light appeared she had to block it with her hands. Looking back at Calle she gave him a sad look before taking Angel into her arms again.

            "Andrew and Linda and our daughter, Luna." Tionne whispered, "I'll cast the spell that makes us forget and when we are done crossing over we will be different people. And it will be forever."

            "Giving our daughter, Luna, a chance at a life," he said putting his hands on his wife's shoulders. The two of them looked at one another before walking through the door and into the light.