You're at university when suddenly the world breaks into chaos. You look out the window and see people with wings flying around. But no one else seems to notice?

You stand up abruptly and run outside, looking uo at the sky, wishing to be one of them, manifesting to wield a sword yourself and having angel's wings like they do....

And it happens. But you don't even notice. "Move!" A harsh voice yells when a ball of fire comes flying your way. But you're too paralyzed, too amazed by the beauty surrounding you: a bloody battlefield.

The person who yelled at you now groans and flies your way, saving you fron the hit of burning magic.

"Are you crazy?! You're not supposed to be here!" He yells right at your face. You hear him, but you don't respond at first. His wings are massive, black feathers and glittering golden in the sunlight. He stares down at your weapon. It's white and milky, glowing in all the colors of the rainbow like a pearly crystal.

"What are you...?" you ask quietly.

Cameron's eyes widen in disbelief and shock. "You're human." He looks you up and down in fright. "How did you...."

He wanted to ask how you manage to see the angels fighting around you. Maybe you're a Nephilim? But most get trained by their parents and at least know this much. You don't have any wings, but you're clearly wielding an angelic relic, an angelic weapon in your hands.

"Shit" Cameron mumbles to himself and flies at lightning speed to one of his teammates, with you still under his wings. You have your arms wrapped around him so you won't fall to the ground.

"This one..." He points at you "...is coming with us. Something's not right." His tone was stern. He wasn't happy. Never did he encounter a normal human with the power to summon a sword and see angels.