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I wrote this story and some of my friends read it and told me to put it on here. I have only done the first chapter and it's not totally perfect so tell me what you think! I love criticism so criticize away!
Chapter 1: The Beginning
We once stood in the shadows, chained there by the League of Whites. But as most things do, they came to an end and we were released. We had never tasted freedom like this. We had stood in the dark for our entire existence. Some of us took for granted of the new freedom, and were severely punished for it. Now I am here to tell our story and how we came to be…
You may be wondering what the League of Whites is or was and how they came to an end. I am here to answer those questions. The League of Whites was all of the Light Angels ruled by the White Council, a group of elders. No one is quite sure how we all came to be but when we started it was assumed that everything dark was evil, and so all Dark Angels were sent to the shadows, never to be seen or heard of. It was a cruel punishment for a nonexistent deed, but that is the past and we must move on. (To answer your question what “the shadows” are, they were simply all of those dark corners no one likes to go into.)
So the Light Angels lived on, not having a care in the world except that they were kept happy, and the White Council made sure that they were. They did this but keeping all remembrances of the Dark Angels out of their minds and had them focus on themselves and what made them happy.
The council began to forget the prisoners that they kept away along their road of happiness. The prisoners did not forget them though. Many of them had developed a way to make their shadow move with them giving them the ability to go places and yet stay in their imprisonment. Some of these individuals came together and generated a plan. If they were able to reach the White Council and take it down from the inside, they could take down the whole League of Whites. They then put this plan into action.
They reached the League of Whites and began searching for the council. Unfortunately, all Light Angels lost their capability to see into the darkness without their knowing as soon as they had put the Dark Angels into imprisonment. You can see where the story goes. The council was taken down along with all of the other Light Angels, releasing the Dark Angels after ages of captivity.
We were thought to be wicked and evil creatures, and for some of us that was true. When we were released certain angels took for granted our sweet freedom and attacked the mortals. Other angels went after them and destroyed these troubling spirits. But as you can see from the destroyers of those spirits, many of us are good. Today we live in peace and harmony, not seen or heard by the mortals, and thought of as mere fiction. I am telling you now that we are quite real. We still have a long story though on how we came to be what we are today…
When we were freed, it was a joyous day. We had never experienced the capability to explore the world. Many of us wanted to find our place in this domain and one of us made the farthest discovery. Her name was Motin Noir. Motin Noir came across a book one day from the ruins of Lumière du monde. This book held some of the secrets that the White Council had kept from the League of Whites. One of them being that Lumière du monde was not one of the only paranormal dimensions. There was also Monde de Ténèbres, the place for Dark Angels. Motin Noir began to wonder where this place was and how they could reach it. It was their home and where they belonged.
Eventually they found a way to reach Monde de Ténèbres. At the time all angels were created bonds were also created for each angel to the place the angel belonged. As soon as Motin Noir made the discovery that we had a place in this world she felt that bond pulling her. She was confused and didn’t know what to think, so she tried to ignore it. Eventually the pull became too great to ignore so she decided that she would try and focus on it to see what may happen. She concentrated on where the pull was drawing her towards. As she followed the pull’s direction she was brought into the mortal world. The mortal world and the paranormal worlds are all in different dimensions and angels were the only creatures who have access to both. Some are easier to reach than others though. Motin Noir kept on focusing on where the pull was compelling her towards. At some point she no longer felt the tug and when she observed where she was at it amazed her. She was in a garden full of black roses.
For a while she hadn’t been very aware of her surroundings and she somehow ended up in this garden. An army of black roses surrounded her and each of the roses had a strange dark, sparkly mist floating around it. Motin Noir scooped up one of these mysterious, yet enchanting roses. As she closely examined it she found her name hidden in one of the petals and as she squinted at the sight of it a gust of wind blew in picking up petals and swirling them into a whirlwind. After the wind settled she found herself in a place unknown to her and she was not very clear on how she was going to be able to leave.
At first she thought she was in complete darkness but then she began to see more clearly. All around her were strange towering trees with fluffy-looking foliage. The same mist that surrounded the roses surrounded the foliage of the trees. This place would soon become known as Enchanteur des Forêts. She saw a path just ahead leading off into the distance and decided to follow it.
As she traveled down the path she passed by peculiar building. In the front of it pillars with exotic designs of fairies and pixies that traveled into the sky and seemed to have no end. What looked like thousands of stairs led up into this structure and Motin Noir decided to climb the flight of steps. Motin Noir took a small number of steps and she was at the top. This puzzled her quite a bit and she finally came to the correct conclusion, it was an illusion. She looked up at the pillars and found that they were a mere illusion as well. They still went up quite high but they did indeed stop. As she entered the building she looked around. On the four walls in the room were strange inscriptions written in language she could not comprehend. As she looked around she saw that the words were beginning to glow a bright gold and all of a sudden she could read them. It was actually the same phrase written over and over in all of the forgotten languages of time. The phrase read, “Fear not the darkness for it can bring great hope.” Motin Noir smiled as she read for she knew that she had found the place where all Dark Angels belonged, Monde de Ténèbres.
When Motin Noir traveled deeper into the mysterious woods she began to notice sparkling spheres floating in the air. One of them found its way over to her and as she reached her hand out, it began to dissolve at her fingertips. Motin Noir closed her eyes as she felt the tingling sensation run through her veins. When she opened them she felt as light as a feather and as alert as a doe. She didn’t know it yet but she was one of the chosen ones to receive the magic of Monde de Ténèbres.
She kept moving on and came to a fork in the road and couldn’t decide which way she should go. All of a sudden the answer became clear. It was just another illusion and no matter which path she went it would take her to the same place. They all went off in completely different directions but somehow all came together. Motin Noir was quite startled when this thought came to her. She had no idea how she could know this bit of information and yet she did. She took the middle path and started down it.
When she came to the end of the path she found herself in the midst of a village. It seemed more like a ghost town except for the fact that it wasn’t abandoned but simply never occupied. She walked through and found that each home was exactly the same. They were all a smoky grey, in the shape of a square, and had only a door on the front. Each home had the same strange inscriptions from the building she had visited before on them except this time it was a name. She explored further and found one that her name was engraved upon. When she opened the door and found nothing inside. Then she began to imagine what she would want her dream home to look like and the room she was in began to transform into just that. Like before she came upon a conclusion that the home was kept simple so that one could adjust it as one felt needed. It startled her just as much for these thoughts didn’t come from her thinking abilities, they were just there.
Motin Noir headed back down the trail. When she came back to where she had first entered she stood and looked around at all the petals still there. She picked one up and saw her name on it like the rose before. Then came the gust of wind and the whirlwind of petals and before she knew it she was back in the garden of black roses.
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