I am an angel. Actually, correction, I was an angel. I used to live way up on a massive cloud, Cloud 9. Each cloud has its own number, and depending on the importance of your ranking as an angel, you were put on a specific cloud. Now I know it must be difficult for you Groundfolk to understand, but the most important cloud has the highest number. Therefore, Cloud 10 is for the most important group of angels, the Guardians. The Guardians are sent down from their cloud every so often to help all of you needy Groundfolk. When a Groundling is having a rough time, the guardian who has been assigned to him/her must go down and help get them out of their slump.
Man what I would have given to be a Guardian. They get all kinds of praise and special treatment. I always wanted to be one, but my Angel's Placement Test suggested otherwise. Every angel takes the Angel's Placement Test to find out which job they would be assigned to according to their skill set. I thought for sure that I was gonna score high enough to be a Guardian, but when the scores came back, I was not satisfied with what I had received. The instructor told me that I had gotten just a few too many questions wrong to qualify to be a Guardian. I was devastated, but he told me to lighten up because I did however qualify for the next best thing: Messenger. So with a heavy heart, I walked into my first day as a Messenger.
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The Fallen
FantasyI once was an angel, but now I'm not. Being an angel was great, and no, it's not what you think it is. We don't float around wearing dresses and playing harps and we don't live in a place with magical fairies or whatever. We live normal lives just l...
