Nini died a long time ago and has since been roaming among the clouds in Heaven. For hundreds of years she spent a blissful life up there, chatting with other angels and guarding over the offspring of her family as their own personal guardian angels. Some of her family she met back in Heaven, others she still saw wandering as ghosts on Earth, and some she knew would be spending an eternity in the fiery pits of Hell. Like her father. But one day the skies of Heaven start churning darkly and angrily and despite God's best attempts to protect those underneath him, the underworld wins and knocks some of Heaven's angels out of the sky. The rebellion is lead by Nini's father and he breaks her wings and strips her feathers as she falls to Earth, leaving her cold, broken and confused as she falls into the human world in an era she was not born in. That's where you come along. Who will you be?&
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When Stephanie awoke she thought she was just in a dream. It was Heaven, but in a different way. It was louder here. The clouds weren't able to capture the sounds as delicately. In fact, upon opening her crystaline blue eyes, she found the clouds to be incredibly far away. Her body was covered in goose bumps as she was no long shielded by the warmth of her Saviour's radiance. Everything was a cold colour, no longer the familiar oranges and yellows and eggshell whites she was used to. And she was wet. So wet. Glancing around she found herself to be half submerged in the lolling waves of water creeping up onto shore. A shore she hadn't touched in hundreds of years. She hadn't even a clue if this was the same shore as the one she'd visited when she'd been alive. But if that was the case then she hadn't a clue what had happened... Everything was different. A sprinkling of snow was settling around her, the first snow of that season if she remembered correctly from what she'd been observing before they'd been ambushed and... Oh no. She threw herself into a sitting position with a panicked gasp only to cry out as the pain between her shoulders made itself present and she was reminded of the horrors she'd succumbed prior at the hands of her father. Her own father. She scrambled on all fours to find a way home. Any way home. Maybe she could find a portal, or a ladder - there had to be a ladder going to heaven somewhere. To an onlooker she must have looked like a crazed woman with the way she was acting, her white dress muddy, wet and torn, her hair a brambled mess around her shoulders, her eyes wide in panic and such an unusual color from what she'd been born with, a tag of her status as a higher angel. She couldn't even find her voice. When she'd made sound it was no longer the melodic, till of bells and dreamcatchers that she heard, but the hoarseness of someone who had been shipwrecked and dragged to the shore by mother nature in the dead cold of winter.
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