Capítulo 4: Chapter 1 Elle
Kyrie lives alone with her mother, who homeschools her in their small house in the countryside of a sleepy little town. She has no brothers or sisters, and no close friends. She loves her mother very much, but she still gets terribly, terribly lonely sometimes.
One such lonely night, Kyrie drops to her knees beside her bed. Her tears sparkle as they fall to her hands, daintily folded in her lap. She sobs quietly for a moment, then takes a deep breath and whispers a prayer.
"Guardian angels," her voice quakes. "Are you really there? Mother tells me that you are. She says that I must be a good girl and say my prayers every night so you will watch over me. I try so hard to be a good girl. I pray every night, but... I wish I could see you. Meet you. Not because I don't believe in you! I do! Promise. I just wish... Well, I wish I had friends. That's all."
Kyrie sniffles, then hears a curious, soothing hum. She opens her eyes and sees that the tears staining her skirt have taken on a soft orange glow. Heartbeat quickening, she tilts her head up and gasps. She sees a shooting star rocketing down from the sky straight toward her. Frightened, she scrambles backward away from the window, but the shooting star does not crash to the ground. It slows to a stop, floating in the air just a few feet away, then unfurls its wings.
Kyrie stares wide-eyed as an angel with broad golden wings, a softly glowing halo, and flaming orange eyes stretches her neck and floats closer to her window. Her bright blonde hair floats easily on the wind in loose shoulder-length waves. She is tall for a woman, with large, well defined muscles and unusually square shoulders. Despite that, she cuts a distinctive hourglass with her shapely hips. Her tight, immodest white top exposes her hard abs and fails to contain her massive breasts. Her nipples are erect and visibly poke the cloth. Her short white pleated skirt floats in the wind, showing off her firm round butt. On her feet, she wears elegant sandals that elaborately wrap her ankles. Kyrie is awestruck; she is the most beautiful woman she has ever seen.
The angel smiles warmly and taps on the glass. Kyrie rushes to her feet and releases the window latch, speaking in a trembling squeak.
"Hello?"
"Hello!" The angel waves cheerfully. "My name is... Elizabeth, but you can call me Elle!"
Kyrie nibbles her lip nervously. "Are you really my guardian angel? Did you hear my prayer?"
"I think so!" Elle tilts her head and winks. "Yes. May I come inside?"
"Yeah!"
Kyrie takes a step back and Elle gracefully floats inside, shutting the window behind her.
"What a pretty room! Are those your drawings?"
"Yeah. I like to draw." Kyrie lights up and runs over to her drawing table. "Look! This is a drawing of me praying. And this is you! It doesn't look like you though... sorry. I didn't know what you look like. I had no idea you were a girl!"
"Well, I think it's a lovely drawing. You are quite the artist! What is your name, little angel?"
Kyrie blushes. "Oh! I'm... Kyrie."
Kyrie is eight years old and loves reading, drawing, singing, and dancing. Her drawing table is scattered with crayons, colored pencils, and various drawings that clearly indicate she has unusual talent. Other than the table, her room is very clean. The bed is made, her clothes are all folded and put away, and her toys are all out of sight except for her tea set and some plushies. Her strawberry hair is straight and long, falling past her shoulders in twin tails. Her skin is very pale, her big eyes are ice blue, her nose is a petite round button, and her narrow lips are light pink. She wears slightly oversized round spectacles that make her eyes look even bigger. Her frame is very slender, and she is quite skinny except for her noticeably round and perky butt. She is small for her age, with dainty arms and legs that are slim and elegant. Her chest and tummy are completely flat, and there's not a hair on her body to be found. She is wearing a wispy cream dress patterned with daisies that hugs her body a little too tight.
"Well..." Elle licks her lips, pupils dilating as a subtle bulge growing under her skirt. "It's very nice to meet you, Kyrie."
Kyrie obliviously throws herself at Elle and hugs her tight. "I can't believe it finally happened! I prayed and prayed and prayed and you came! You really came! Wait, this isn't a dream, is it?"
"Ha ha, nope!" Elle hugs Kyrie, pulling her head tight against her groin and giving her nose a playful pinch. "You don't have to be lonely anymore, Kyrie. Let's be friends, okay?"
"Okay!" Kyrie bounces on her heels with excitement. "Friends!"
"Want to play a fun game?" Elle drops down to Kyrie's level to whisper in her ear. "I know a really good one. It's called, 'Secret Kisses.' You know how to kiss, right Kyrie?"
"Yeah," Kyrie giggles. "Of course, silly."
"Good! And you know how to keep a secret, right?" Elle gives Kyrie a sly grin.
Kyrie nods enthusiastically, silently holding one finger up to her lips.
"Then you're going to be really good at this game, Kyrie. It's easy and fun, all we have to do is take turns kissing! To show how much we love each other. But, this is the important part. You can never ever tell anyone. Not even your mom. If you do, we can't be friends anymore."
"Huh?" Kyrie swallows anxiously. "I don't know... Mother says I'm not supposed to keep secrets from her."
"Oh, well if you don't want to be friends, then..." Elle pulls away, disappointed.
Kyrie grabs Elle's leg. "No wait! I do, I want to be friends. I'll play, and I won't tell!"
"Promise?" Elle meets Kyrie's gaze.
Kyrie nods solemnly. "Yeah. Promise."
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