Few people know about the war, or guess it was just one battle (or so I was told) between the two types of angels and the fallen.
My mother told me of the tragic story of one group of angels from the darkness who grew sick of working for God and then began working for a evil, soulless creature called the Atrox. Their leader was a powerful angel called Androcles. She told me that a mixed group of angels that included her and my father confronted Androcles and his band of traitorous angels. She didn't give details, but she said that by combining her powers and my father's they were able to destroy Androcles. The other traitors fled and scattered.
But these two types of angels didn't get along well, even after the Fallen were defeated, and were even more angered when two angels, of different sides, fell in love and were married. They were my parents. My mom was an angel of darkness and my father was an angel of the light. The other angels shunned me; a mutt and dirty blood half-breed who tainted their pure blood ways. I was a child of Darkness and Light.
I was four when the group of Fallen attacked my parents and killed them in our secluded home that was too far away from the city to have a hope for help, I doubt anybody would have helped us anyway. I had a feeling my parents knew they were going to be killed because my mother told me to hide right before they attacked our home. It was hard for me to stay silent as I watched them brutally murder my parents. They probably would have killed me too if I hadn't gotten away and fled to the city where they could not pursue me.
When this crime was found out it was decided that I was too much of a danger for anyone to care for. Sure I was the child of the two heroes who had killed Androcles, but I was a target as well in their need to avenge their dead leader.
Heartlessly, the other angels banished me from the realm. I landed in Earth in a city, and I know this is very, very ironic, called Los Angeles, the city of angels. I fell asleep, scared and alone in a hidden cave near the ocean.
In my dream my mother came and gave me an amulet for protection and a charmed charm bracelet that would hide my wings as black angel wings tattooed on my back.
When I woke-up, it was daytime. I quickly put the bracelet and amulet on. I walked from the cave and onto the beach. There had been a group of surfers surfing the waves. A girl and a guy sitting on the beach spotted me.
The girl called the police and filed a missing child report. Since no one claimed me I was put into foster care. I went from Latia, beloved daughter of Keydea and Devlin to Angela, daughter of no one and a pathetic stray.