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Prologue

"Why was God so angry at his children?" A young girl asked, finally gathering the courage to ask her mother while she was being tucked in for the night.

Her mother sighed thinking of the answer when she finally spoke. "I don't know." The covers were tucked tight, "I guess he just got tired of all the bullshit."

I knew from the time I was five, that I was different than the other kids in school or around me. I knew for certain that none of the kids I was around had dreams of a bright light and booming voice talking to an older version of me, scolding me for things I never heard of. The voice was strong and angry, a voice I could only dream of. A voice that held power over everything and anything. I could never see the actual person, the light was blindingly bright that I had to close my eyes just to be able to see.

My mother wasnt a very good person. She wasnt good at all. She did things at night I would never be able to understand why. She shared only a few good times with me, gave me little affection and attention, something I craved to have since I could talk. She named me Angel for some reason, said it was a name she heard once and that was all. I never knew my father, he was just some man that my mother slept with once. She never talked about him or even acknowledge that he existed. I would ask her questions about him but in the end I was either smacked away or just ignored.

It was easy for me to see I didn't belong anywhere. The kids at school used to tease me because I looked different. I had long brown hair with one blue eye and one green eye. I was usually on my own. Since a very young age, I took care of myself never depending upon another person. Others, like my mother, had let me down so many times.

As I grew older, so did my thoughts on mankind. The way children were raised, the way men acted towards women, the other woman like my mother who sold herself for money. It all disgusted me to the point I resented everyone. I kept to myself as much as possible, even going to the length of ditching school and stealing.

My life was slowly falling apart when I turned ten. My mother was dying from AIDs that she contracted from one her customers. I didn't pity her, she hurt me for so many years that when she died, I had no feelings over her death. During her hospital stays, she tried to get to know me. She said she loved me and that I was her special girl. I left her at the hospital, never once looking back. She had ten years to get to know me, I didn't need her anymore.

When my mother died, I was put into Foster care. My mother had cut off all ties with her family when she was pregnant with me so I had no family to take me in. People didn't understand the horrors of Foster Care. We were treated as a paycheck, take one kid in, get money for the month. I was taken in 6 times, each time for only a few months. Even in such a place where all there are were kids, I separated myself, lived in isolation, for the time until I ran off.

All the kids have something in common, we all experience once, a home where we lost something. For many of the young girls, it was their innocence. I had been on of those. I was 11 and a half at the time, going through my 4th home. The man of the house was nice at first, as was his wife. But on the third week there, when I figured life wouldn't had been so bad and that I finally knew what love meant, it was torn from me.

He had come into my bedroom, woke me up but when I screamed, he put his lips to mine. He touched me over and over even as I cried and fought. I was useless against the bigger man. That night seemed to last forever until he did what he wanted and left. The next morning, I told his wife. All she did was yell at me and then slap me, hard, leaving a hand print on my face.

I ran from that home, going back to my group home. I told my social worker but she never took it to court, the man was free to take in more children and use them as he pleased. After all, we were just the forgotten and abandoned one

Finally, at 15, I had enough and ran away for the final time. I never went back to the group home, instead I took whatever money I had gathered, and took the first bus out of town.

I traveled far, going from a cool to hot climate.

The dreams never ended. Even after so many years, the dreams were as vivid as the first one. The girl in my dreams was not an older version anymore, it was me. The girl who cried, her blue and green eyes tearing up, and yelled at the bright light to stop, it was all me. I knew the dream meant something, it was obvious but what I didn't know.

I traveled to California, ending up in a small town. I had no destination, just to make a new life anywhere to forget about everything. My life, since the beginning, hurt. I looked for love but found hate and I looked for peace but found war.

Eventually I hitchhiked with a couple who had a daughter about my age or older. The woman was named Sandra and her husband Howard and their child Audrey. They were reluctant to help me, thinking I might hurt them but I knew they only helped me out of pity. They were headed down to Scottsdale.

On the ride, I fell asleep with Audrey's eyes locked onto me the entire time. She didn't like me but I could have cared less.

I had a dream, like all the others but that one was a bit different. The voice and bright light weren't there, in its place were two men, with wings and covered in armor. One was bigger than the first with a harder gaze than the other. Both looked at me, smiling. The way they looked portrayed them as Angels, yet, I knew or at least I thought I knew, Angels weren't real.

"Don't forget about Father." The bigger one warned, wagging a finger at me. "She knows Gabriel. Don't worry about her." The older defended, staring at Gabriel. "You were always one to defend her Michael." He said, folding his amrs over his chest. "But if she does, it is out turn."

The very words terrified me. I did not know who they were, who 'Father' was, or even why I was having vivid dreams of people I had never met or even heard of.

I jerked awake when the car stopped, something was wrong with the car and we were made to get out and head to the diner "Paradise Falls" for help. I dreaded being near people, humans, when I had no way to occupy myself.

Once inside, Sandra and Howard talked to the owner, Bob, while I sat as a table with Andrey at the opposite end of the diner. We would be there for two hours, in quiet, until they came.