Prologue
My name is Terra.
I've done terrible things to terrific people with no regret.
And if you're reading this, you know my story. Hopefully the instructions I gave Sister Marie have enabled this has gotten to the right people and not to him. Ii know that there are those who deserve answers and what's written here will hopefully provide them with such.
A lot of people would say I was normal. Well, most of them who did weren't exactly the most normal of types. But back then, I didn't think I was, in fact, I still don't. I mean, I felt that what some would consider a gift was a curse. It seemed as if every time I trued to use the gift for good, it always ended up hurting others around me. So I became a loner. And after a while, I got used to it. I didn't go out of my way to meet anyone.
But then I met them, a unique bunch that didn't see just the curse. And when they did see it, they went and trusted me with everything. They shared it all with me: their home, their food, their jokes and their games. On top of that, the most wonderful thing of all and more, their trust. For the first time, a group of angels were willing to befriend me. And I liked that.
But when angels tread, devils are sure to follow. And I met the worse of them. He promised me what my doubts said the angels couldn't. Sure, I knew they were great, but I didn't have the confidence in myself to give them the trust they deserved. The devil promised me power, the chance to show them that I was as good as them. And I listened; I let him sway me into going along with his dark plans. I turned on those who had given me the most. I led dark armies against them, and I tried to kill them. Even when they begged me to change my ways; to go back to being the one they cared for; I laughed in their faces. And what scares me the most is, I enjoyed it.
But like all those who go and are easily swayed by the devil, they soon realize that he never does anything for anyone but himself, and is willing to destroy anyone who opposes. I realized that all he had ever wanted me for was the destruction of the angels, with no regard for me. And I hated him and myself for that. In the end, I took him to the brink of hell, refusing the pleas of my sweet green angel to turn back and I sacrificed myself to stop the devil so that the angels could keep their home, their food, their jokes and their games. I knew nothing as the cold dark stone closed over me, only that I hoped the angels didn't hate me in the end…
My name is Terra.
I've done terrible things to honorable people with great regret.
That was my story. Or so I thought.
Turns out, even my story has a 'To be continued'…
