Chasing Rainbows

High above the stratosphere, invisible to the naked eye, lies the Heavens. An impossible improbable landmass suspended in air, surrounded by clouds which stretch far into the endless horizon. There all things pertaining to the earth are governed, though perhaps not always applied. Somehow it doesn’t matter; it never really has. Things are simply the way they are. It is the supreme watchtower of the earth.

There is no God. There never has been. For the Heavens does not create nor does it control the fate of the Earth and all its beings, but simply watches over them.

It is a paradise that’s impossible to find; one must belong there to ever be there. Even in that circumstance, it is the Heavens who does the finding.

The inhabitants of the Heavens are a race of winged beautiful ageless humanoids known as the Angels. They are the guardians of Earth. Once there was but one solitary race of silver-winged Angels, which were all powerful. They thrived in rapture for many ages, but somewhere lost in history diversity took over and two separate and weaker races emerged from one. They were the Light and Dark Angels.

The two classes prospered together whilst time took its course, but it was obvious they were different. Light angels were kind, polite, but strict. They believed in order, respect, and a nice quiet life. Their wings were pure crystal white. Dark angels were loud, outgoing, and daring. They were still a moral race, but were more prone to getting in trouble, and causing commotion. Their wings were deep obsidian black. Both were good at heart, yet opposite in every other way.

The Heavens, which was once a flourishing paradise soon became strained, and full of tension. Its lush environment was withering. The Lights couldn’t keep regulation and struggled to work with the lethargy of the Darks, who procrastinated on their duties in search for fun. The Darks’ reckless nature did not mix with that of the hard working Lights, and they too felt as though the other race had been bringing them down. It was only a matter of time before the pair broke out in arguments. They bickered over which race was better, and which would dominate the Heavens. As the condition between these classes weakened, so did the surroundings. Heaven was not so beautiful anymore; drought swept the land, and the flora which had thrived since the beginning of time wilted as had the peace which had prospered just as long. Soon rumors of war had scattered throughout.

But not all Angels thought badly of the other race. A slim few were opposed not to each other, but to all the arguing and prejudice which did not belong in this once flawless place. For a long time their voices went unheard, until it befell that two nameless figures in history took their rebellion further. They fell in love. It’s irrelevant whether the man or the woman was the Light or Dark Angel. In their minds they were both Angels of the same race, despite their appearances or prefixes. Few to none knew of their illegal affections until a child was born. She was a beautiful baby girl with silver wings.

An instantaneous chain reaction occurred from the moment of the child’s birth. Both races were appalled and all Chaos broke loose. Riots doubled. The land continued to wither. The couple was condemned. Underground peacemakers were hunted down. Amongst those peacemakers was the Light angel doctor who had secretly helped the couple through the birth of their newborn baby. In a massive uprising an unidentified group of Darks slew him, and after that the killing would not stop. It was official; the Heavens had gone to war.

It was a known fact that the Angels, their ancestors, had held a much greater poise and power than these two races ever could, and because of this the Lights and Darks fought over which side could obtain the baby girl and her emerging power.

The couple in an effort to save their daughter’s future channeled her powers and sealed her soul away to Earth before they were brutally murdered.

All hope was lost save one prophecy, one small silver lining, which emerged over the years. The two conflicting groups passed down this prophecy with the hope of being the race to find the missing Angel child, and awaken her power to conquer the Heavens once and for all.

A beautiful child:

Living in ugliness; blooming in drought.

She possesses a power, though it is shrouded in doubt.

What will awaken this power shall end this war.

In the aftermath, Rain shall fall, and be with us once more.