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Prologue

England, 1492

Caroline was going to die today, and she was going to die being hunted down like an animal.

In all of her years of existence, Caroline never thought that her end would be like this. How had it all come to this? Where had she gone wrong?

"Give me the strength to prevail, Father." She prayed with all her being as she forced herself to run faster than she ever thought she could. The forest trees seemed to be closing in on her; the chilly night air slowly staining her lungs black. It was as if her surroundings wished her to join their bloodied death grounds. Never had Caroline missed Heaven so much.

The world around her was moving too quickly, too ruthlessly, and she was much too weak to stop it.

She couldn't believe that she was the only one left of the five. Her Angel brethren had all perished, overpowered and heartlessly slaughtered by the beings that she had only heard tales of in Heaven.

The original Fallen Angels.

How foolish she and the others were to grow so placated with the ease of their mission, that now it had all gone wrong. One moment she was joking with her friend in the comfort of Katherine's home and then the next, her brethren were dying right before her eyes.

"Annabelle!" Caroline smiled at her beloved angel friend. "What are your thoughts on this dress? Katherine gave it as a gift to me." Caroline spun around in place, the fitted golden dress twirling elegantly with her.

"It's quite beautiful. Very fitting of you, Caroline." Annabelle's hazel eyes twinkled in amusement. "I have no doubt Tyler would agree as well." Caroline clapped her hands together in happiness at the thought of her sweet beloved back in Heaven, who was training arduously to become a soldier of Heaven.

"You think so?"

"Of course. Perhaps Elijah will let you keep it when we return."

"I would think not. Elijah is rather set in his ways. That stingy old geezer."

"Caroline! Out loud!" Annabelle gasped scandalously. "What if he hears? Do you want to lose your job? You do know he is the angel overseer!"

"And what of it. He may be ancient but he's as fluffy as a cloud. He won't do anything, perhaps, except grumble about it." Caroline laughed rather deviously.

"Caroline! Such a rebellious attitude. I swear you've caused Elijah more grievances than all of the angels in our domain combined." Annabelle shook her head in disbelief. "It's a wonder you haven't fallen yet."

"Why thank you Annabelle. Your faith in me is most appreciated."

"Oh Caroline. I do worry about you sometimes."

"My lovely friend, there is nothing for you to be worried about." Caroline patted her friend on the shoulder.

How wrong she would be proven, as a loud, desperate knock shook the two girls out of their reverie.

They looked at each other, curiosity in their eyes.

"Who could it be, Annabelle? Are Katherine and the others back from their trip to the market?" Caroline asked. Annabelle shrugged, an uncertain look in her eyes.

The knocking sounded again, more rapidly this time. A voice from outside shouted their names.

Caroline rushed to open the door, with Annabelle right behind her. Caroline's eyes widened, her mouth opening with a gasp.

On the porch was Annabelle's fiance, the Angel of Strength, Zev, bleeding out from various deep wounds, his wings torn, and bone jutting out where his left arm used to be.

"Oh Father of Heaven..." Caroline stuttered, speechless.

"What happened?" Annabelle screeched, rushing to the side of her betrothed. Zev opened his mouth to speak, but instead coughed up blood.

"Quickly, we must get him inside!" Caroline made to support Zev, but Zev shook his head.

"No time. You..." Zev's eyes closed for a few seconds before opening again. "We were attacked. We were able to distract them long enough for Katherine to get away. You and Annabelle need to get her to a safe place. We musn't let her fall into... into their hands."

"Them? Of whom do you speak? Who could have possibly attacked us!" Caroline had a deadly gut feeling who it was, but she wanted desperately to be proven wrong.

"The Fallen. They have found us."

A/N: Hello! Thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoyed it, or are intrigued at the very least. This is my first fan-fiction, and I haven't written anything but academic papers for months now, so I apologize if the writing is not up to snuff. Anyway please write some reviews and let me know what you think of it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Hope you will stay for the ride, as I have some very interesting developments in mind!

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