1 THE FALLEN

Chapter I

When Angels were banished out above, some of them changed, lost their grace, thrown into endless pits of fire...., Lost their previous beautiful forms.

Several of them though, has retained their grace. Now part ethereal, part human, they are destined to walk the earth, robbed of their memories. They weren't only fallen, but lost as well....

Lost, amongst themselves, their past, their purpose, their very soul.

Millennias later, in a small village, a child is born. Ameriel, was her name. She was a happy, healthy baby, and a few years more, she grew up to be a beautiful young girl. Now during those times, the world was not peaceful.... No, not at all.

Countless killings, and wars raging roamed the earth for what seemed like an eternity. The village she once knew and loved, was no exception. Her entire village was burned to the ground, and no longer existed. This was certainly dark times. She lost her family, her brother, her mother, her father. She alone survived. In a village of a thousand people, a lone little girl survives, sobbing amongst the rubbles, and burning wood. An unforgettable event, which left a huge scar on her back.

The morning after such fateful event, she rose from the ashes and stones of what once, she called home. Everywhere she looked, was a sight of horror. People burned, flattened by the foundations of their homes. And there, at the corner, lies her dear little brother. Eyes opened, blood oozing from his broken head. Her mother, held in place by a large slice of wood through her chest. Her father, she almost never recognized, as she screamed at the top of her lungs, as realization dawned upon her. There he was, piles of rubbles on top, his body completely squeezed and flattened, half of his beautiful face burned to the bone. She knew pain, and swore to come after whomever and whatever caused it. No matter what.

THE HUNT:

The little girl, was no little girl anymore; From that moment on, the little girl died, and something else was born. Her hair unruly, in a white torn night gown, blood smears, barefoot and unending tears in her eyes, a teddy in her hand, she walked past the dead of their village, amongst piles of rubbles, among woods, and smoke. She kept walking, for countless days and nights. Now extremely hungry, and a very painful wound on her back. She pushed through what little strength her tiny little body's left. Tears still running from her eyes, each single step a lot heavier than the last. Until she came to a new village, and finally collapsed.

She felt water, a-lot of water. She slowly opened her tired little eyes and saw a grumpy old man with bucket in his hand. She was startled as she saw another bucket of ice cold water about to be splashed on her. She can hear people talking, naughty children laughing. And some, fighting over something.

"Huh!, Teddy!!!"

she exclaimed when memory set in and her teddy, no longer at hand. Knees wobbling and trembling from extreme hunger, exhaustion, and cold, she walked towards a group of huge boys.

" Give it back." - she yelled.

"Give it back or die."

The group of boys laughed at her and made fun of her, just the bully that they were.

The laughing came to a stop as the boys watched her eyes grow dark, her Irises glowing. The winds suddenly peaked up. Clouds gathered on top. The entire village grew dark. Suddenly a lightning struck. A mighty force surrounded them. Thunders roaring.

She had never been so angry in her entire life. Except this moment.