Angels: Uprising

Prologue

"It's my fault; it's all my fault! I've failed the Gods!" A tall, bearded, and quite muscled man in a pure white labsuit was banging on his computer keyboard. "This experiment was never meant to happen!" He had finally calmed down; he turned to a little-should I say, age 14-girl, whose wings were still the same; small, weak, and unfoldable. "It isn't your fault and it never was, Uncl-" "Do not call me that!" The man shouted. The girl came up to him in a nervous manner. "Lynn..." She new how angry he could get. "Actually, my wings are a lot larger-" She took a step back as Lynn faced her. "You're right." He said in a deathly quiet voice. "It isn't my fault." He stood up and pulled the girl over towards the window, which was out lookin the ground below from the cloud that the town of Meiridyn was resting on. With a suddenly loud voice, Lynn raged, "It was always your fault, Cy, you wing runt!!" Lynn had picked Cy up, and threw her into the window. "Wha-?!!" Cy had smashed the window into a million pieces. Jut before she started to plummet downwards, she looked into Lynn's eyes and saw a mix of raging madness, and...regret. Regret for what?