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So eh, I kind of had an idea. I don't want to reveal too much, I'll just say it involves a fallen angel and some poor young humans<3.
--only a small tidbit for now guys!

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"You will learn," came His booming voice.

And suddenly she was flying!

No... not flying.

Falling.

Air whooshed past her as she plummeted. Her eyes traveled upward, towards the heavens as she fell further and further away from the golden jewel that was once her home. She reached out a slender hand, pleading, asking for forgiveness.

Not granted.

A scream tore itself from her throat, a long and mournful wail that spoke of agony and loss. She beat her great wings in futile attempts to somehow force herself upward. She could not. The hands of the darkness below pulled her down-- further and further into the shadows. She only fell silent when her throat was raw and she could taste the bittersweet honey of her own blood.
After what felt like thousands of years, she gave up. She closed her eyes and let the force that stole her away from her once-beloved Heaven take her. Her glorious wings flew out, golden feathers flying out behind her.

Strong arms caught her in their cold embrace before she met her end. A smooth, velvety voice whispered promises of power and revenge in her unconscious ear as she was carried away to the dark oblivion, the dying glow of her once-magnificent feathers trailing behind.

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"Come on Alex!" I called playfully from my seat in the back of the coffee shop, "I'm going to drink this myself if you don't get a move on!" I made a drinking gesture at her with my hands and she scurried back to the high table we had claimed as our own. She slid into the seat across from me and began tearing open packets of sugar and dumping the contents into her hot coffee.

"Jeez, by the time you're done with that stuff it'll have more tooth-decaying stuff than actual coffee," I teased before taking a long drink from my blended ice mocha. A small smile played on my lips as sweet deliciousness entered my mouth. God, coffee's amazing.

Alex grinned, still stirring her steaming concoction of coffee and sugar, "I don't see how you can even drink that in the middle of winter! It's cold enough outside, you don't need to be any colder with that stuff in you,"

I shrugged and replied, "Hey, it's the good stuff. I mean, who doesn't like the amazing texture and taste of a blended ice coffee?"

I turned as she pointed at something behind me. "Him," she replied with a sly smirk. Oh, him.

Him was actually a senior who went to my school. I was only a junior. His tall and lanky figure was easy to pick out amongst the few other people in the café. Of course, he wore the same black hoodie he usually wore along with dark jeans and combat boots. I think his name started with a C or something. Collin maybe? Eh, whatever. I watched as he approached Mandy, the young woman who worked the register at this hour of the day.

Mandy was pretty short with golden brown hair that fell to her shoulders when she didn't have it tied. When she worked she always had it up in a ponytail, usually adorned with a red ribbon. I think she was in her mid-twenties and if I remember correctly, was going to college to become a psychiatrist. I knew her pretty well, considering Alex and I were both regular customers. I've been going to this coffee shop pretty much every day for almost five years-- lost of time to get to know people.

"How would you know what he likes?" I said, "You don't even talk to him."

"Because he just ordered a steaming hot cup of black coffee. That guy has it right-- well, sort of. I don't know who in their right mind would drink straight coffee, but," Alex took her gaze from him to look pointedly at me, "At least he's not dumb enough to drink that stuff while it swims with ice."

"Hey, I've already given you my explanation for this. This stuff is great!" For emphasis I took a long drag from the chocolatey drink and savored every last second until the ice melted.

A few minutes passed, the both of us lost in our own thoughts before Alex looked back at Tall-And-Dark-Dude again, "Jacklynne?"

I glanced up from my drink-- I had been twirling my straw in it, trying to get the whipped cream to mix with the coffee. I always thought doing that would make it is taste so much better. "Yeah?"

"I... I think he's staring at us," she said in a hushed tone.

I didn't turn my head, only keeping my eyes locked on my drink. The cream was starting to mix with the coffee. "Is he now?" I murmured.
I tried to get a glimpse of the guy out of the corner of my eye. I wasn't able to see much by doing that, so I turned slightly so it looked like I was trying to find someone I was expecting to walk in the door. It wasn't really that hard-- he was sitting at the table right next to the door and the big window that let the world outside see the café. It was true, he was staring at me.

Lifting my eyes, I purposefully met his gaze and nearly tumbled back in my chair from the shock. Those eyes were so unreal! Even from across an entire coffee shop, the entirety of his gaze was... intense. His eyes were like pools of deep blue water with icy flecks of silver. But the most shocking were his pupils. They weren't round, like normal.

They were slit.

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Well, that's it for now folks! Comments and criticism are greatly appreciated! I don't know when I'll get the next part written up, but I'll update when I do! smile

The Prologue was near perfection. Reminded rather powerfully of the exposition in Angel Sanctuary which while creepy as hell was a beautifully told story. The rest was...well, it was the beginning of a story after the hook is already completed, but well done. Maybe just ease back on the coffee related language a bit (even as much as I love the stuff, it really just distracted a little from the rest of what was going, which was more than interesting enough.)
Good show, though, all in all, and I hope more is forthcoming.

Where was I? The world was shadows and swirling shades of gray. I began to glance around, then felt the rising heat of nervousness in my cheeks when I realized that my sight was grainy. I tried frantically to blink it away and rubbed my eyes a few times, but it was useless. The oddness of my sight wasn’t going to go away. It was like watching an old black and white movie, but in first person. Plus everything seemed so... foggy. Even though I could make out the shapes in the misty place, it all came back and blended together into one. There is no end or beginning, I realized with a start.

Realizing that I was beginning to panic, I tried to figure out where I was instead of dwelling on the subject of my sight. For some reason, the place felt familiar, although I couldn’t remember being here in all of my life. All of the buildings around me were alien to me-- as if they belonged to some kind of fantasy realm. Tall, graceful spires reached for the dark sky in place of the more humane sky scrapers I was probably expecting to see. Every structure around seemed to be crafted from glass, silver, and some faintly glowing material that I couldn’t name. What caught my attention the most was the colored glass windows, each trying to tell their own story. Although I couldn’t distinguish the colors themselves, I could tell them for what they were by the fractured variations of grayness.

Oddly, they all seemed to have one reocurring theme; dying angels.

I glided towards the closest glass window, almost trance-like. The artwork was like nothing I had ever seen before. Even though it was glass, it almost seemed... real. It was extremely detailed, right down to the fine lines of the falling angel’s ebony-feathered wings. The image overall depicted a beautiful male angel with dark hair and pale skin. I frowned. Usually angel’s wings were white. This one’s wings were very different. The darkness. He was imperfect. As I studied the image, the tide of familiarity washed over me again. I shook my head as if to clear my thoughts. My mind told me that I had never been here before, at all. And yet...

Closing my eyes for a few moments and lifting my face to the heavens, I took a deep breath to calm myself. No one was here but me. Nothing can hurt me. I opened my eyes again and let my gaze settle on the glass depiction. The angel appears to be falling from the heavens, which were shown as great billowing clouds that reflected the fierce light of lightning. Below, closer to the bottom of the picture, the angel was shown again. Here, he was chained. His body was mangled and broken. He was no longer held the grace and beauty that had been shown earlier in the picture. Clawed, disfigured hands reached out for the fallen angel, grabbing onto his arms, hair, wings-- anything really.

I glanced down, where even at my feet, the glass continued. Except here it was... blank? The glass was void of any image or shape. I squatted to get a closer look at it and gasped at my own reflection. A girl whose deep gray eyes shone with shock stared back at me, her long brown hair cascading down around her slightly round face. I reached out to touch her long-fingered hand...

“You... shouldn’t... be here.”

I sucked in a breath and pulled back in surprise. My reflection faded, revealing an empty canvas once again. I thought I was alone! I whipped around and found myself face-to-face with the very being that had been shown in the glass picture. He would have been beautiful, but scars marred his pale skin, revealing a long history of battles fought and most likely won. He breathed heavily, as if he had been running for miles and miles, and hid his eyes behind a veil of raven black hair. I felt this gut-feeling that he was hiding them for a reason. His ebony wings shook violently, and upon closer inspection I found that his wings were covered with some kind of liquid. Blood, I realize with a stifled gasp. The shadowy world around me seemed to pulse, as if with its own heartbeat, and threatened to throw me into the nothingness of unconsciousness.

“They said... they would leave you alone... that I... still... had time,” he murmured.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I demanded, standing up and brushing away the inky mist that clung to me. He ignored my question, weakly waving it off.

“Leave... this... place.” the fallen angel spoke, his voice rattling. I winced. He reached out with one of his hands, fingers spread and murmured something unintelligible.

Suddenly the shadows that swirled around my ankles seemed to pull me down towards them, into the ground. “No!” I screamed, feeling as if I was being torn from something that I sincerely cared about and loved. The the dream world fell apart around me as the iron grip of the darkness pulled me away from the fading dream of the fallen angel. His final words words were like a whisper amidst a crowd of voices.

"Forget this."

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Ooohhhh, dreams. Yay, me!