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The familiarities of his features were quick to strike, ascending with a sensation which caused confusion- yet admiration. Anger- yet a combustion of sentiment that roared in the pit of her abdomen, and for a moment, nausea conquered her stomach. It had only been recently that Winifred acknowledged the fact of never seeing him again. His time with her was sweet, and even though it had been for years, it all felt short and simple, a time which didn't accumulate at all. Somehow, he was standing in front of her today. And somehow, as she parted her mouth, the weight of her next words almost gnawed her down. "You're supposed to be dead." ______________ The Academy of Enoch prepares chosen young Angels to act as Defenders, or Healers to the human race. Dark secrets conspire around this ancient foundation, and Hunter Young and his group of friends seem to be the focus of it now in this century. Fate becomes a matter of justice when Reapers decide to take a visit. Angels. The guardians of heaven, the protectors of Earth. Radiating with all that is pure, and shining with kindness and warmth that spreads effortlessly. Which is why, you'd never expect them to turn against each other, rambling through cities, creating chaos and calling themselves- The Fallen. ______________
0.0 - Hunter
