Destroyed
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Last published Wed, Aug 13, 2014
My heart sped up as I ran, a feeling of uneasiness crept up my spine. Angels chased me and jabbed me with spears. The clouds parted and I saw earth appeared below. "I shall cast you down for failing me again",A powerful voice spoke. I felt as my wings became dark. The pure white from them drained and a dark gray filled them.
"You shall live amongst other supernatural beings and learn their ways", He commanded.Thunder erupted though the sky below, earth was dark and Rain showered the world.
I felt as The angels shoved me through the clouds and I descended through the air towards earth. Lightning and Thunder struck and i wrapped my wings around me for protection. Soon I neared the ground and Tall trees appeared.
I closed my eyes quickly and my wings shielded me when I smashed onto the Ground and Earth surrounded me.
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Autumn was an angel. Was, being past tense, She was casted down for failing a mission, or two, okay three. She was casted down to earth, to live with all the other supernatural beings, she was a dissapointment and a disgrace to heaven.
As she trys to cope and remember earth again, she meets many beings including mortal humans and some other supernatural beings here and there.
Her one desire is to be taken back by heaven . But, after a while she questions her goal . Immediately upon her descend, she relives feelings and sights she had long forgotten. Love , hate, betrayal, she trys to adapt and survive earth, while trying to fix her ownself.
Her wish to go back to heaven is questioned when one mysterious boy claims something life changing. Ever since he said " Mine", Autumns life went deeper into something she could not get herself out of.
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