It was a chilly December night, times were hard and days were desperate, father worked long days just to make ends meat, the father looks around at a empty Christmas tree, not a present in sight and wonders why oh lord cant I catch a break I try to be the best person I can be, I'm a good friend to my friends, I'm there when needed, I'm a good father to my children, and a good brother to my siblings, a good son to my parents. What is my purpose in this wondrous world? At that moment, that very instance a voice from behind him loud and powerful yet soothing spoke and said " malachite the lord has heard your prayers and has sent me here to guide you, you and your children are to be the saviors of your world. At that moment his two daughter came down the stairs and ran to there father's malachite's side, there he began telling a story of the battle in heaven where the mighty archangels were split into two sides which went on for decades and in still rages on today you and your human race are the angels that fought against god your sent as your punishment, there are aliens that surround your world, they are your watchers, there will be an alien named argon and another named Mira who will visit you the angel vanished leaving know trace behind him.