Prolouge

Falling. The wind stung my face and cold cut through my clothes.

Falling. All I could see are the star like lights of the human world against the nighttime.

Falling. I was spinning head over heels, or was it heels over head? I was too dizzy to tell.

Falling. I was told everyday that I was immortal and better than the humans.

Falling. I wondered if the mortals could see me shrouded in my black cloak ready to die.

Falling. I tried to recollect how I had come to this falling from the heavens and my betrayal.

Falling. I had never disobeyed an order before, for I was created to serve.

Finally, as I neared the snow-topped mountains bellow I braced for the hard impact. It was so sudden and slow. I heard a deafening crunch and then darkness…