Introduction
Hello. I was Adrarellan in my past life. When I was bigger than Aaa. And everything in it. Now I'm not so sure I am bigger than Aaa anymore. I was an angel. And now I'm a fallen one.
Chapter 1: How I met him
I remember that day very clearly. The day I fell out of Erindell. It's what humans used to call Heaven, before the Great Mushroom War. I was sitting on a cloud, thinking about what Morfilas told me.
"You'll never make a perfect angel.
You'll always be cursed, and not even a demon could uncurse you!" Morfilas' words echoed in my head. I'm losing myself. I shake my head to clear my thoughts.
"What's up, Adarellan?" Dygan jumps out from behind me, his white wings gleaming off the light from his newfound halo. "Hey, if it's about the test, forget about Morfilas. He's just extra hard on you 'cause you're his daughter. He has to be all "high and mighty" just 'cause he's a Realm Lord." Dygan jumps up, feathers ruffling slightly and reaches over to give me a hug. I feel my muscles tense up and instinctively unfurl my wings.
"Um..I have to go do...something, somewhere. Bye Dygan." I let myself fall off the edge of the cloud and I hurl downward. Rocketing past my house, I stop at the gates. The ones that lead into the mortal world, Aaa. I find my legs crumpling as I fall to the main cloud. No one has ever fallen through it, because no angel ever failed to meet his or her standards. Then, again, no angel was ever cursed at birth. Except for me. I can't get up again, and I feel myself slowly sinking, like I am in a tub of nectar. My ankles disappear through the cloud, and then my waist. I cry out, willing my voice to be heard, but no one comes to my rescue. Slowly I am pulled under the cloud, my vision only white, my wings outstretched. I remember hitting the ground and someone running-no floating- up to me. Then, I black out.