When people think of the cloud city where angels live, they think of this fluffy place where streets are made of gold and buildings are simple and everything falls into place. But that is not the case. The place was beautiful, different in its own fashion but nowhere simple. The lush streets were filled with people carrying baskets and talking to one another. To the left of the main area were the residential places and to the right was a training ground. Yes a training ground. The idea that a war is on the horizon had the angels up in arms already. Ever training their youngest people to be able to pick up a sword and fight; one of the youngest and most talented was the pride of the Arch Angel Michael. His daughter Angela was the star pupil of the training grounds but she never really seemed to enjoy the training as much as the others.

“Is the training too easy for you?” Michael said, approaching his daughter who was pulling off the armor they trained in.

“I don’t understand it father.” She said simply, her green eyes looking up at the identical pair her father had. “We have been training for centuries and nothing has happened. The humans thrive; the demons keep to themselves and everything in between seems to be just focusing on themselves.”

“That means they’ll crack soon. We must be on guard and you are destined for greatness. To take over my spot when I die as a protector of the humans.”

“They don’t need our help; they are thriving on their own. Why push your job onto me when it doesn’t seem like it’s needed?” Angela said as she tossed her armor aside, she hated the training; she hated fighting and did what she could to avoid it. It wasn’t long before the two were fighting, their voices erupted around the town as the young blonde girl stormed off and her blonde father was hot on her trail. Their fighting turned into screaming, her father was trying to force her into a corner of being something she didn’t want to. [i]Everyone has a destiny,[/i] is what she’s always been told but her father seems to think that a destiny was the same as his. The blonde girl shoved clothes into a bag and grabbed a key from the wall.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Michael snapped at his daughter.

“I’m going to earth. You seem to be rather set on me doing your job so I’m going to take a few days to walk in their shoes like you did.” She said turning to face him as she held up the keys. “I’m staying at your place but I will be disabling the cameras. I’d like my privacy as I explore their world.” With that she left the house and slammed the door hard behind her.

Earth was brighter than she thought it would be. In the cloud city, clouds blocked a lot of the sun but here, the sun was rather intense. After squinting through the sun, Angie finally found her home and let herself in. A small sigh left her as she looked around. There was a lot more to this apartment than meets the eye, a protection spell not allowing anything but angels in unless someone of the Arch Angel’s bloodline changes it, things were spread out so if she wanted to be outside of her human form she could relax and stretch out her wings. Arriving at the nearby mirror she expected herself as the sun started to go down. A smile moved across her full lips before her attention looked upwards. Her halo was still visible to her. Her hand reached up and touched it, it blurred as her hand went through it but then returned to its sharp feature and soft white color. A shrug lifted her shoulders, when her dad would tell her stories about going to earth, he told her that he and other beings besides humans could see the halo but most people just went about whatever they were doing. With that, she locked the door behind her, had her little purse over her shoulders , blue jeans on her hips and a tank top over her top half; blonde hair down she made her way into the city as the sun began to set. The City that Never sleeps, New York City; this should be interesting.

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