Hey guys, I know that this is lies about angels and Heaven and such. I am way to lazy to read the whole Bible and do tons of research for this story, so bear with me, Okay? I promise, there will be some facts—I can't keep writing this story based on all lies, can I? Well, here is the story.

Oh, Disclaimer: I don't own MR or TWL! But I wish I did . . .

Max POV:

I woke up to the smell of pine needles. I sniffed again, taking in the scent of bird, deer, moss, pine and wolf. I'm in a forest?

I opened my eyes and they instantly focused to the light. I stared straight ahead, seeing the sky, bright and blue, surrounded by trees. I could see every pine needle on every branch and tree surrounding the sky. A bird flew into my vision and landed next to me. It was a bald eagle.

I sat up, wincing at the sudden pressure release on my wings. Lifting my hand to the bald eagle's head, I pet it, still wondering why I was on Earth. I could hear every little breath the forest made. I was in my element, nature. I shall protect nature. It is why I was created.

I looked around at the six others around me, unconscious. When I saw the black haired, olive skinned boy, a rush of concern hit me. I crawled over to him, tapping his cheek. We were all covered in these strange blankets; they were all white and draped across our bodies, hiding our parts. Why? What was wrong with our parts?

Immediately, his eyes opened. I didn't have any memories, I just knew things. I knew where I was, I knew who I was, I knew who the others were, and I knew we were all angels, messengers of God. My title was Guardian Angel.

The black haired, olive toned boy was my mate, that's why I was so concerned. I sat back so he could sit back. "Guardian," he named. I nodded at my title.

"Death," I said, my fingers ghosting across his cheek bone. He gave me a half smile and leaned in, giving me a small kiss. He barely put pressure on my lips, but enough to call it a kiss. When he pulled back, I gave him a smile and stood up. When he saw what I was wearing, he raised his eyebrows in silent inquiry. I shrugged and pointed to what he was wearing, which, I say, was down right odd. He was wearing white when he was a dark angel. Come on, tell me that isn't strange.

He stood up and looked down at himself, eyebrows furrowed. I almost laughed, but I refrained from it. Instead, I smiled at him. He came and stood by me, taking my hand. I looked around at the others.

"Angel of Light and Dark," I said, naming the tall strawberry-blond boy. His eyes snapped open and he turned his eyes to the sound of my voice. He stood up and bowed, his cream and grey wings spread high and mighty.

"Guardian," his deep and melodic voice said. "Death."

I nodded and he made his way over, stepping over the others. He's blind and he knows they're there. How?—I have no idea.

I turned to the little boy, blond haired. We look like kids, but we are millennia's of years old. "Angel of Fire," I commanded. Immediately, his eyes snapped open and he looked around. He took a couple of deep breaths, then he spotted me. He stood up straight away and bowed, his almost pure white wings—smaller than Light and Dark's, but big enough—high. When he stood back up, he said our titles and made his way over to stand beside Light and Dark. Those two were close.

I turned to the youngest girl, Fire's sister. She had the same blond hair. "Angel of Mischief," I commanded. Her eyes snapped open and she jumped to her feet once she spotted me. Bowing, she raised her wings, as pure as snow. When she stood back up straight, she said, "Guardian, Death, Light and Dark, Fire."

I nodded and she went to stand beside Death. I turned to the third youngest, bracing myself for the tumult of words to come out of her mouth. "Angel of Love," I commanded.

Her eyes snapped open and she gasped. "Where am I? Am I in a forest? On Earth? Why am I on Earth O' Mighty Lord? Mm, I can smell the pine and deer and moss and raccoon and mice and birds! Oh, look at all those birds! I can see them all, but I'm wondering why I can't remember Heaven. I know I came from Heaven, but I can't remember it! Oh, no! What about the other angels? What will they do? What—"

"LOVE!" I barked. Immediately, she shut up. Well, if shut could go up. When she saw me, she jumped to her feet and bowed, her tawny wings high. She straightened up and said, "Guardian, Death, Light and Dark, Fire, Mischief." I nodded and she made her way over.

I stepped away from them all and kneeled, my head down. The others saw what I was doing and kneeled also. "Lord O' Mighty, why have you sent us to Earth without memory of Heaven?" I asked loud and confident.

"Guardian," a booming voice said. The forest went silent from God's voice. A stab of pain hit my temple and I grimaced, my hands coming to hold my head. I saw a vision. A nasty vision.

"Volturi," the man said venomously. He and his family were standing in a straight line, standing off to the other half-lifes with red eyes. He had golden. I could assume that the golden eyed ones are Death's half-lifes. The red eyes are Satin's.

There were werewolves there also, ready to attack.

"We have warned you Cullens," the leader of the Volturi said. He had black hair and was so pale that he looked transluscent.

"I don't care, I am not going to drink innocents' blood," the man at the head of the 'Cullen's' said. The others behind him nodded.

"Well, we're going to have to change that, aren't we?" the black haired half-life said. He charged.

I gasped in a breath as the vision ended. "You must prevent this, Guardian. Or else it will be the end of the world," God said. And his presence was gone. Well, dimmed—his presence was dimmed. God is never gone.

The forest took a breath again, alive. I stood up and turned to my Flock of Angels. Only to sway a little. "Guardian," Death said, at my side in a second, his hand around my waist. I leaned on him, thankful for his strength. I was woozy from all of the power from God's presence.

"What did the Lord say?" Fire asked. I turned my gaze to him.

"We must prevent war or the world will end," I said, stepping away from Death and opening my wings. The others followed my lead. "We shall go find humans with pure hearts to shelter you all while Death and I go and scope out his half-lifes." They all nodded and we took off to the air, me first and Mischief last.