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 darknessā¦
