Okay, here's the scoup. I started a story a long time ago called "Earthbound" and posted several chapters. However, I ran the story into a dead end and hated how it turned out anyway. So, I trashed it and started from scratch. It took me a while to figure out where I went wrong and now I think I may have gotten it right. No promises, but I sware that I will try my best to get this one finished. I already have a few chapters written but I'm going to save them and try posting oneevery week. (I'm saving them mainly because I'm worried I'll wind up needing extra time to write a chappter and figure it's best if I have some back up to buy that time.
I'm hoping that each chapter is at least 2000 words or more. Nothing will be less than 1500 words though. I personally hate short chapters. Having decent sized chapters is a bit of a challenge for me, but at the same time it isn't too difficult. That just means that I have to really pay attention to descriptions and making things makes sense.
Anyway, I would like anyone who reads this to totally pick it apart to the best of their abilities. Everything you like, tell me. Everything you hate, tell me. Every little grammer or spelling mistake you see, tell me. If something doesn't make sense then let me know and I'll go back and try to make sense of it. The more help I get the better this story will be and the more likely I am to finish it.
Prologue: In the Beginning
I'm not evil. I know you have no reason to believe me when I claim such a thing, but I'm really not. You just have to take my word for it.
However, I also know I'm not perfect. I'm far from being perfect. I make mistakes all the time, which is why I'm here. I'm on Earth because I'm not completely good. I don't seem to have the strength to be good all the time, and as cliché as it sounds, I can't always choose the right path.
I wont sit and ponder excuses. I make my own decisions and will take responsibility for those decisions. I accept that the darkness in my heart keeps me from returning to Heaven, but honestly, I'm not too upset about that either.
I must be confusing you. Sorry. I suppose I should have started at the beginning rather than at the end.
In the beginning, when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless wasteland and darkness covered the abyss, while a mighty wind swept over the waters. This is the truth. I know because I was there. All of the Angels were present, even Satan for in the beginning, no one had fallen. In the beginning, we were happy.
As I'm sure you know, much has changed since then. God created humankind and they fell from Grace soon after. Most know the story about the snake that tempted Eve, and it's true that the serpent was none other than Satan, the Fallen who calls himself the Prince of Darkness. He has always had a flair for the dramatic.
I've been surprised how few humans were able to accept that Satan does not only tempt humanity. I don't know if arrogance or ignorance keeps them from seeing the truth, but Satan also specializes in tempting Angels. How else would he have been able to mount a force large enough the shake the foundation of Heaven?
At first, the Dark Prince's supporters were few in number, but it seemed the more who joined, the easier it was for him to recruit others. When Satan and his followers attacked, their army was almost as large as Archangel Michael's army. I remember thinking how frightening it was that so many Angels could be so foolish. Now I'm not so sure if foolishness was the issue or if there was another matter I didn't consider.
Though it pains me to admit it, even now as I sit on this cliff, over looking the torn landscape of a battle, I believe that Satan and his 'Demons' had many valid points. Being an Earthbound Angel, an Angel who isn't pure enough for Heaven nor wicked enough for hell, has taught me that nothing is as black and white as the Angels in Heaven like to think. Now I understand that life and death are too complicated to be so clean cut and clear.
Earth seems to change people, humans, Angels and Demons alike. Some, the planet changes for the better. Others, however, come back tarnished from their experiences on the cold rock. I've seen how Earth dulled the light in even the most steadfast Angels, and I watched as despair, frustration and anger ate away at their faith.
Earth affected me in a more indirect way. I was a messenger under the guidance of Archangel Gabriel, and as you could guess, my task was to deliver messages from Heaven to humankind. I never spent more than a few moments on the planet. However, I knew someone who would spend years at a time on Earth.
Adrian…. In the beginning Adrian was good, kind and brave. He was wise and stayed true to who he was and what he believed in. During the battle against Satan, he fought I in Michael's army even though he was a Guardian and not a Warrior. He told me that as a Guardian, the best thing he could do to defend human kind was to defeat Satan. I knew that I could always depend on him, and I would have done almost anything for him. There were times I almost did everything an Angel can do for another. I loved him, and I will always hold those good memories of him higher than any others.
Things change, and so do Angels. Each time he returned from a task on Earth, Adrian would be a little different. He only spoke to me about Earth once, just before he fell, but I could feel the difference without needing him to tell me. His eyes grew harder, darker and his muscles were tense as though he could never relax. He had never been talkative for he only said what he believed needed to be said, but he spoke less and less as the centuries passed by until he hardly spoke at all.
I admit, I was naïve and believed that no matter what happened, Adrian would always stay with me, no matter how much he changed. I thought he would always be the good, kind and brave Angel he was created to be. I never once thought that he could become a Fallen Angel.
I thought the same about myself; I never imagined I would become an Earthbound Angel, sentenced to walk upon Earth, neither a celestial host nor a Demon. In the beginning, I believed that I would never have a reason to doubt the One who had created me. I couldn't comprehend why anyone would want to join Satan and fight against Heaven.
I still don't really understand why someone would chose to kill another, but I do understand rebellion. Mutiny might not be the right decision, but I can understand the reasoning behind it more clearly now. Emotions, ideals, hopes and dreams all conflict with our reasoning, and we all make at least one decision based on our passions rather than on morality. That is our downfall as living and feeling beings, or perhaps it is merely our Grace. We have the ability to think and decide what we believe rather than follow faith blindly. After all, who is to say that Heaven is always right?