Do you ever wonder what it would be like to actually experience the end of the world? We always have let fear of the end tug at the strings of our own lives. People have always thought of the end of the world as a meteorite crashing into earth like one did to the dinosaurs, or a zombie apocalypse, an alien invasion, or the sun exploding. But no, the end was much simpler.

The bus ride through the boundless snow covered mountains was the worst one yet. All the studants were causing such a commotion that Mr. West took several vicodine pills, and a bottle of Jack Danials that he had smuggled through. Along the bus ride, Weston and Macy were talking about the endless childhood stories turned into gore fests that were on the website creepy pasta. "No way, that cannot be the true story; Goldy locks was not sum whore that was trying to sleep around with the father bear just so he could kill the family, that is what Beauty and the Beast is for" Macy exclaimed. "I wish you were right, but thems the truth, if the sweet story were true, I would not have grown up to be a masogonistic, narcissistic arrogant bastard like I am today. Out of all the commotion the driver could not see and steered straight off the road and into a revine and exploded into a fiery ball full of ash, blood and guts everywhere. Somehow Macy and Weston survived the crash; along with Mr. West. They greeted each other with sorrow and remorse for all the people that they had known and knew were dead in the crash. And now the only question on their mind was how they were going to survive in the snowy feral wilderness that they didn't know where it was.

Basil Children are angels. Fallen angels. Aging fast and gaining knowledge with incredible speed, the seven Children must learn how to harness their magic to defeat a dangerous menace. However, God doesn't know they exist. In order to stay under the radar and defeat the powerful villain, Basil Children are going to need to trust each other and discover that friendship has a cost. Written by Cecilia Bradley and Dorothy Rhodes