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The lost book of the nameless angel
I caution the reader, only angels have laid eyes on the pages beyond, what you are about to read is beyond the understanding of flesh and blood mortals... or is it?
I sit here and write remembering the years gone by, and the people I knew now gone. It seemed just yesterday I was with them. At our family Christmas or thanksgiving parties. I miss them but I think what I miss more is that they never truly knew who I was. They thought I was merely one woman among many. But I was more than that I was the exception, the important part of the equation, I was unique in ways they couldn't grasp. I was a warrior I had already been in many battles. Many of which they didn't even know of. Or believe I was capable of fighting in, surviving, and much less winning, But I did all of those things and more.
I have been honored many times for my accomplishments being an essential piece in the fight for my people's freedom. But now I am retired I live alone. All the people I care about or once knew are gone. They have passed on from this existence. But you probably didn't pick up this book to hear me ramble on about times now past, or wishes that never came true. So let me tell you the good that did happen. My story doesn't start though where one might think. But begins thousands of years before.
Before the beginning of time there was darkness and there was light, and the darkness fought the light. The battle waged on for an unknown eternity until a peak in the battle was reached and in this massive explosion time began and worlds were formed.