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O_o!  Look! It’s unlocked now!  omg! Made some nice (secret) breatkthroughs with this one, so I’m opening it!  Yay!

I want to hear your opinion about this. It’s definitely a big step for the story so I’m still undecided if I actually want to take it this way. Just tell me what you think.

Sorry if my thoughts are jumbled.

@Lan & Kayda: This is why I asked about the wings. At first I messed with the idea that only your two characters were Angels, then I said Hey! Let’s try making everyone Angels (so to speak).

@Allen: I will still need to figure out how to incorporate Vance and his world into it, I don’t want to change your character too much, if not at all.

Note: This approach is interesting because the story could be greatly extended to cover two different eras: Angels and Man. 

//Begin

What would you do if someone told you that there was no heaven? Would you believe them? Or would you just brush them off as someone with a belief that you do not agree with? But then what if they told you that this world we lived in right now was, in fact, heaven. Now they caught your interest. You’ll listen to what they have to say but you still don’t believe. They go on saying that all the things we believe in of a Second Coming and Afterlife have all come and gone already, there is really nothing left but the here and now. He tries to explain to you that in another time humans once resembled what we believe to be Angels today, and were so powerful that if their abilities were to be combined together they could rival God.  Fortunately, the humans were constantly at odds due to warring nations, races, and anything else you could think of; so a proper uprising against the Creator could never be made.

“Utter chaos” could not begin to describe the world in our past life. At the inception of the ‘Era of Angels’, the Chosen few who were alive at the beginning were given a choice. They were allowed to choose between a life of extraordinary power and ability, powers that could manipulate the natural forces around them, or a life of much more humbler means powerless, average, but equal. In their greed, they chose the former and began an existence of countless centuries of war and hate. More than 2000 years after the beginning the descendants of those Chosen few were so numerous that the entire planet created for them to inhabit was not nearly large enough to contain them. Suddenly, every planet that could support life (and some that couldn’t) was colonized by these so-called Angels and in their separation a general time of peace fell over these unstable creatures. But He knew it would not last long. A great war ensued like it always does, only this time the line between sides became blurred and horrible acts were committed putting the Creator at great risk. In an act of desperation, the Creator intervened and orchestrated the destruction of the Angels. War and violence was prevalent even until the very end.
Fulfilling His promise to them, he created another world. A world where life could be made better, but he still wanted the choice to be theirs. With the exception of one pivotal decision, their abilities; none would be gifted with the same abilities as the previous lifetime, all will be made powerless, all will be made equal. Upon second inspection of this new world, it appeared some still retained their violent natures, however, as long as good remained there would always be balance and hope. For a time this world existed with a balance between evil and good. Unfortunately, the Creator became aware of many Angels that survived the destruction. You see, when death rained down upon the Angels it was focused on a single chaotic center in the universe and worked outward to the surrounding colonies. With a universe so vast, Angel Colonies on the outer rims were safe from the blast. Afterward, the Creator made the new world at the epicenter of the blast where nothing but dust existed.  This new world could not be anymore perfect and good; true, evil existed, but goodness was always there to fight for what is right.  Unbeknownst to the Creator, those colonies that resided on the outer rim sought new territory and a better life for themselves.  Many of the Angels found their way to Earth and wanted only to be a part of this new peaceful existence; however, some still retained their hatred and despised the humans because they served as a new life or fresh start for the Angels that once were their enemies and killed their families.  In response to this the Creator manifested a legion of humans who were restored of their Angelic abilities in order to serve as guardians over the other humans and protectors against the surviving Angels.  This legion was scattered across the globe waiting for any sign of Angels interfering with the delicate balance that was mankind.  Among the good Angels, those who belonged to the legion were known as the Countless.  These mysterious beings were designed to lie dormant until the very moment an Angel appeared, then would all the knowledge and skills needed be granted upon them until the danger had passed. 

The conversation has gone far enough, this guy is creeping you out now.  You ask why is he telling you this and what is has to do with you.  He begins to go frantic.  He says that you are one of the Countless.  You bridge the gap between Angel and Human and have been granted a gift no other human can fully understand.  You’ve had enough, you start to walk away.  Thank him for the interesting story but you really must be going.  But suddenly his expression turns dark and ominous, and at that exact moment something goes off inside you, a feeling like none you’ve ever felt before.  A feeling so new and amazing that it distracts you from the fact that the man now has his arms around you and is dragging you away to a vehicle you did not see there a moment ago.  Your struggle begins too late, he has you and he places a bag over your head as he throws you into the back of the car.  It is a little dark, the sunlight outside is still too penetrating to not make it through the bag.  Then a piercing pain can be felt in your leg, most likely a needle.  He has injected you with something.  He closes the door and gets into the drivers seat, the sunlight begins to fade.  It’s too early for sunset, no, it’s your consciousness fading.  Before you go out you hear one last thing from him, “Sleep child…sleep into the night.  Let me chase your nightmares away…let me make everything right.”  Now it is dark. 

//End