Starbright (The Starbright Series) by Rachel Higginson Page B

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                  Once inside the kitchen, I left all fears of impending doom behind me and ran for my parents, thankful they were once again home safe from one of their missions. My father stood up first, enveloping me in his muscular arms and holding me tightly to him. Micah Day, whose name meant A ngel of the D ivine P lan, was one of the fiercest A ngelic W arriors alive. He stood towering over me at 6’5 and because of his muscular frame and chiseled, god-like face seemed invincible to not just humans, but many A ngels alike. He was an intimidating man to meet, an d an ironic contrast to many of the other farmers in the area who were aging and overweight from spending too much time sitting on combines and eating too m any steak and potato dinners . He did his best to hide his stature by wearing thin-framed glasses and keeping his light brown hair slightly askew, but I knew the Clark Kent rouse only confused humans.
                  “I’m sorry we left you Stella- bean,” he apologized huskily in my ear.
                  I shivered, trying to stop the sob that threatened to explode from me. I hadn’t taken the time to really think last night through, and hadn’t really wanted to. But hearing the fear in my father’s voice sent reality crashing around me, clattering to the floor of my stomach and vibrating through me .
                  “I’m O k,” I promised, lifting my head bravely to meet my father’s pale blue eyes , the same ones I had .
                  “I know,” he sighed with the resign of a father knowing he was raising her daughter for Fate’s purpose.
                  “My turn,” Celina Day announced, me from my father and into her own loving arms.
                  I was obviously Celina’s daughter. There was no question when we stood next to each other. Our golden blonde hair fell in the same curled-at-the-end waves, and our slightly upturned noses, and full mouths reflected each other like mirror images. Ou r only striking difference was the color of our eyes, where I had inherited my father’s ice-blue color, Celina’s glowed a deep gold that matched the color of her hair and skin; she masked the oddity of their color with contacts when on this planet, but having just returned from a mission they glowed with the light buried inside of her. She had been a S un elsewhere in the universe , with a whole galaxy of planets in her charge, before duty called her to E arth and her husband, to raise her baby to inherit the responsibility of the E arth.
                  Stars and Warriors were the lowest level of angelic beings. They’re base was on the lowest level of H eaven, but their task to protect life kept them mostly away from home. Rarely did a Warrior and Star actually get to spend significant amount of time together , but instead chose to procreate in responsibility to their race. Boys were born Warriors, and girls were born Stars, although the titles merely differentiated jobs and genders, both sexes were capable of the same fetes of supernatural.
                  My own parents had been chosen for E arth because of their great skill in battle, and their relatively human-esque looks. It was important for a Star raised in the human world to look like a human, meaning her hair color needed to be one of the natural colors of E arth and the same with eyes. Since I had blonde hair and blue eyes , I fit the qualifications perfectly; pair my looks with the genealogy of battle-success in my family and I was an obvious choice for Earth .
                  Not that I wasn’t still a little freaked out by my future…. but at least the Elders had faith in me.
                  I knew Seth was chosen for the same reason, but his parents had been killed when he was still young , probably in battle . Celina and Micah still had responsibilities to their battalions, and