November 12th, 1833. The day has finally arrived. The day to end all days. So many of the humans believed in these words. They believed the rapture had finally arrived. The end of their own lives, and the beginning of the next. The sky deafened them with the sound of a heavenly choir. This just wasn't the case, however. The night here certainly wasn't silent, but the loud hum of nature was nothing compared to what they expected. The trumpets hadn't sounded. The humans still sulked in their own sins. This was the beginning of our end, not theirs.
-Michael
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The Night The Stars Fell
FantasiaIn the past, an event occurred that shook the boots of every civilian that witnessed it. The sky trembled and a shower of stars shot from the crevices of the sky. This was the beginning of a new Era, one of choices, and angels. This story follows on...
