"I will give you one more chance!" boomed that voice of God. "For you have deceived me for the last time!" so I took an apple from the Garden of Eden, he never said angels couldn't eat from the tree. "You are to go to earth and find this creature," he held out a picture of a boy around the age of 17 with bronze hair and golden eyes.
"Yes my Lord, I shall find him. And when I do?"
"You shall await my instructions! Now go Isabella! And be thankful you still have your wings!"
As I left the Gates of Heaven, I entered the world known as earth. There were some rules with angel's entering the world of humans. Rule one, humans couldn't see us, but there was a handful that could. Two, when we retract our wings, humans could see us. Three, we have powers, but we look like idiots snapping our fingers to get them to work. Four, avoid swearing, God doesn't really appreciate that. Five, animals hate us, they can sense even with our wings out. Rule six, the last, God could take everything away, wings and powers, but he tends to leave rule five in tact.
