Deep in the mountains, hidden high above the clouds where no wondering eye might accidentally gaze upon, there sat a village tucked away deep in the rocks, trees and ruins. It was so high, it seemed as though you were in another universe unknown to man or angel.
Avon.
Among the winged folk, there was peace, tranquility and freedom. We brought peace to the sky and sanctuary to our home. It had been nearly a hundred years since the Demonic war with our baneful and wicked brethren—demons. Since then we've lived in harmony.
Here at Avon, there were rules—laws. To slay one of our own was a crime and punishable by banishment or death. It is a duty of any angel to report any demonic activity right away to the council. The highest law ever is dealing with demons. Worst crime ever committed. Punishment: wings were clipped and banishment to the mortal world below.
Then there was me.
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Fallen (Undergoing editing)
Teen FictionI never thought it would end like this. I always thought I had a home. I always thought I had a family, but as it turns out, my past is darker than the lies they told me and the truth they kept from me.
