• The second day of the forth month in the year of the Snake, a man was running for his life. What from, you might ask? for he himself did not know, he just knew he had to get out of that place. For it was a city of unnatural power and unnatural beings. It felt like any other city, though it had thousands of years of history, and misery. the newest parts of this city were built fifty years to date, and the oldest parts were built well over two thousand years ago. The real city of Fallen Angels, for this was what the natives called it. Though in present times, one would have called it just another city for the human race to squabble over.

    This man ran through the run-down parts of the city in hopes to find any form of aide from this. He screamed at the top of his lungs, but nothing came out. he fell over on the side of the road and started to puke up blood. He wore a suit meant for a king, though he was a pauper. His hair was a golden brown, flowing near his shoulders, though it looked as if his hair was covered in a shade of red. his face was engulfed with a tuff of hair, and the bloody puke he was discharging was not his at all.

    He got back up onto his feet and started running again. running into a couple strolling around the park. He just ran, looking frightened out of his mind. At the end of the park, he fell over and never got back up.