Chapter One:

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I walk around this brightly colored, realm. Looking just like the human realm i lived in before the.. incident. I don't remember much of my human life. This angle life is pretty good, except the curruption that is brewing up here, something isn't right and I can tell. I swear I spotted lucifer in the woods, heading toward the capital. The capital is where jesus and God lives with the angel council, who is getting stricter by the second, corruption filling most of the members. Last week they ripped off a angels wings for putting a protection spell on his human family, lucky basted still remembered his past. He fell through the ground like it was liquid, our wings the only thing keeping us afloat up here.

"Over here! We found one!" I hear in a small distance to my left, comming from the woods with brightly colored leafs gently falling to the false ground we walk on.

"Get away!! I'm not telling anything!!" I hear, in a different, confident and stubborn voice with a tint of fear rising in it. I quickly sprout my wings, flying as fast as I can above the beautiful trees,to the voices. My feet brush against the leafs as I reach a small open field with a pond in it, three mercenaries wearing their tight leather armor, angelic daggers in hand, surrounding a tall male angel, with black hair and blue eyes. Something just snaps in me and I land on top of one of the mercenaries, wrapping my hands around his neck, snapping it and falling to the ground with the corpse.

"Get him!" One hollers as he thrusts his dagger toward me, the male angel screaming "No!" as he grabs the mercenaries arm, stopping the blade. Anger shooting through the mercenaries, he grabs the angel by a wing and rips the angel away, tearing one wing off as I kick him in the gut. The mercenarie stumbles backward, the other one grabbing my arm and putting me in the hold as I grab the dead mercenaries dagger, stabbing him in the arm and then head butting him, nocking him out. The last mercenarie grabbing me by the throat, sqeuzing down as I stab him in the gut and pushing him into the pond as he grip loosens.

"T.. take this!" Says the angel who saved my life, a note in his hand, handing it to me.

"W..what!?" I say as I gently take the note, his soft hand rubbing against mine a little. His legs starting to go through the ground slowly, sinking, becoming a fallen angel.

"I'm james, just remember that name! I will see you again!" He says as he sinks up to his waist, grabbing the ground around him, holding on for a little longer. He gently but quickly takes a dagger off his belt and tosses it on the ground, then he grabs a ring and tosses it beside the dagger.

" you will need the dagger to protect you and the ring to-" his voice cuts off as he falls through the ground, disappearing completely.

My eyes fill with shock as I pick up dagger with symbols carved into the metallic looking but bone handle. I hold onto it as I pick up the ring, putting it on my finger. Confused I open the note as I see coordinates to a hidden Place. As can hear the gentle sound of the dead mercenaries turning to light, sparkly ashes, blowing away in the wind.

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