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Our house was the second one on the block we lived on. It was on the corner lot. So there was our house and the one to the right of it. The street we lived on led up into the mountains. You'd drive up and then immediately make a right. The farmer across the street owned a buffalo ranch, where my brothers, the neighbors two sons Matt and I don't remember the other kid's name; Cody I think, and I used to go ride the bison. Deer would live near the ranch as well because it was safe there. So every time my father came back we'd get in his Toyota Pickup truck and I'd have a cooler by my feet full of apples and carrots. We would drive up to the mountain and make that right turn where we were greeted by Buck and Doe (I think those are the plural forms). We would feed them until we ran out of apples. This is how we paid the farmer back for allowing us kids to ride his bison.

One trip in particular, it was a cold, snowy Saturday morning and we drove up to the farm house and I opened the cooler, rolled the window down, and bent down to grab an apple. The next thing I hear is the loud crunch of truck metal being crunched and my dad screaming. I froze for a split second, until my dad begain laughing. I looked up at the window my head had just been next to and there were two massive antlers impaled through the roof and a Buck's head in the window trying to get an apple from me. It was a 16-point deer, which is hunting jargon for FUCKING HUGE.

The Burglar.



One October night my dad and i heard this really weird sound. We were up. He was reading a book and I was drinking some hot cocoa. We were both in the kitchen upstairs. There was a sound outside like a burglar was trying to break in. Dad grabbed the shot gun and I clung to his pants leg. He told me to stay upstairs, so I laid in an army crawl with my face between the rails upstairs that overlooked the living room and that massive window.

He opened the door just to the right of that window, and stepped out onto the porch. He began laughing and waved for me to come join him. My eyes instantly lit up and I sprinted down the stairs to his side. There was a Doe and her Fawn eating some of our pumpkins. The baby was stomping on them, which is what the sound was.

Her youthful flush color had drained from her much
like the very blood from her veins upon the bedding on which she lied.
Such a foul image for one to behold,
but in some twisted way it only seemed to enhance her exquisite beauty,
like a lily on a grave.
I have failed.
Once again I have let her down.
My poor sweet Annabel.
You trusted in me, you gave me your love, your soul.
Now I fall to my knees in front of the man who took you from me.
I fall pathetic, defeated.
I will be with you again so soon, my love. So very soon.
The eyes of an angel await me and I'll be damned if he thinks he can stop me now...

A hero? By definition... someone who saves you, right? From danger? I have found that in a person. Who has saved me more then once, the danger being... this person saves me from myself. It took a while for me to find a reason to live again. But i know there's someone out there who really does love me unconditionally... I wouldn't want to leave you here alone... I hope you never have to say

"She used to be my hero."

-your fallen angel

When a soul crosses to the afterlife, it journeys to one of two opposing realms; a divine source of harmony and wellbeing, a consuming source of evil and malevolence. A midworld exists for the souls whose judgement has yet to be decided. It is commonly reffered to as purgatory. For centuries 7 arc angels, protectors of the light, and 7 fallen, soldiers of the dark, have silently fought for balance of power over these unclaimed souls. Each side is restricted to sending only one warrior in every cycle. Upon arrival, they must assum a human form. At present, darkness rules, and has the strongest grip on the city that it has ever held.

Falling, is the first thing I feel, distant voices echo inside my head. Their orders are clear, yet all I can think about is the others.. Each one travelled this same path, what was their fate? What awaits me on the other side? They have gone to a place where the light is cursed, where darkness blinds the soul. This is a place where even angels fear to tread..

You threw me far from grace and I fall unto it. I hope to see you again.Falling is the last thing an angel feels. A distant voice still echos in my head, but for the first time it is my own.. Forgive me.