Those With Wings

No one here is normal.
Compared to humans, anyway.
Compared to the rest of us here, I'm not normal.
I'm trash, a waist of life, a nothing.
I've been called that so much, it seems…normal.

I live with my brother, in a kingdom, in the clouds, high in the sky, above earth. This place, that's like the paradise that everyone wants, but no one gets, is called Rosseletta. Where you are part of eight families.

Or should I say 7.

My brother and I are the last of my family.
And yes, that is a good thing.
Because then no one else has to suffer.

But in the end they will bring down another family, and make them serve, like we do.

My name is Luanna Issola, and I am an angel.

But hold on.
Before you take this the wrong way, I want to explain.
We are not what you think.

We are called angels, because we are the guardians of the whole kingdom.
Well, the two of us, my brother and I.
We have to guard this place with our lives.

The reason we are called angels, is because we have wings.

To us, or at least before our mother died, and dad abandoned, and the war for power and take over came upon us, our family. When this war came upon us, our family was put at the front line, because we are trash, and a waste of time.

My brother, mother and I hid, along with a lot of others.

Most of the children died, or were killed, for food. The adults were at war.
I didn't eat another one of my type.
So don't judge me. I am not a cantabile.
Neither is my brother, Alex.

We are the nobody's, the oddballs, freaks; we are not even allowed to go to school.
We are the disgrace to this world.

My brother, Alex, and I guard the castle, and now have the 'police' job.

Hey, it was definitely better then garbage collector.

So we chase the demons out of here, and back to hell.

Sounds fun?
Well, it's not.

In this kingdom, there is a place, the outskirts of the kingdom, called the edge.

The edge is a cliff. If you fall off, you don't come back up. It's too hard. My wings could hold out, but it would be hard.

So in retrospect, you fall, you're never coming back. The end. You're done for.

Not like anyone would survive the fall, anyway.

The people like us, who fell, who have adapted to earth, have a different name, and a different story. I'd rather not go there….

Today was another typical day. My brother and I chased a demon all the way to the edge, but it turned out to somehow it chasing us….
"Luanna, watch the edge!" Alex shouted to me, but it was too late, this time, we were flung off the edge, too hard.

We both were knocked unconscious.