Description
Thousands of years ago, back when our kind were still known as 'angels' instead of the term 'isos', there were more than one type of us. There were those with white wings, and those with black wings. The isos, or angels, with the white wings were kind and gentle, many with hearts as pure as gold. They felt their best in the brightest of the days and helped the humans feel all amounts of positive emotions. The others, the ones with the black wings, made the humans capable of feeling negative emotions but brought out the stars at night, knowing that without these things, the world would not be balanced. For many centuries, the two sides lived in peace, but that didn't last long. I guess you know what happened next? But where does that put me? We'll just have to find out won't we? ~~~ Luna is an iso who doesn't quite fit in. She's used to it but it can get a little overwhelming at some points in time. But just how different is she? Guess we'll have to find out. ***Warning*** May contain some language and some characters are gay. If you don't believe in this stuff and get triggered hearing about it, don't read this book. Otherwise, carry on! =^^= *DISCONTINUED* Hey so, I've decided to discontinue this story. Unfortunately, I haven't found any motivation to work on it since I last posted a chapter. Which is really upsetting, 'cause I quite liked this concept. But if I don't want to completely lose what's left of my sanity, I can't sit here at my laptop staring at an empty page for hours on end. I doubt I'll pick it up again. Sorry!
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