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Stars appeared as hands, made from light only, weaved them into thin air. Many stars appeared, and in many, came Telamon. Telamon was the first ever star created, and because of that he was treated as a leader. All the other angels followed his word: even helped him build their new home, the Heights. Telamon and the other stars decided to call themselves Angels instead of stars.

Telamon had grown an interest with creating things. Using his powers he created many things, like swords, or things to bind torn wings back together. And even, a son.

You could still remember when Telamon created you. You had stared at him with your beady eyes, your wings curling around you. Goodness, you were scared of him at first, but grew to him. But now that was 10 Centuries ago, and you were over it.

On the day right after your 5 hundred and ninety fifth creation-day, Telamon created a species: humans, who were like angels without wings or halos, or magical powers. Humans grew strong, and yet some somehow did gain powers, but mild power compared to the average Angel. One human in particular was the son of Builder Brother's Pizza, one of the most famous and world known places. His ability was to see the Heights, and all the Angels that came from there. Yet they all didn't believe the child, and thought he was crazy.

On your 600th exact creation-day, Telamon finally taught you how to fly. He took you to the heightest point of the heights, and pushed you off. You started to fall, but your wings puffed up and your instincts just taught you how to fly like that. Maybe you have a secret power hidden inside of you, who knows.

Every day, Telamon would come back to the home you two lived in late in the night. You, only being 700 years old, were usually already asleep when he came back. Yet as days went by you couldn't help but get curious.

So when your father figure left the house, you followed him. He glided down the cloudy stairway to Earth, the world containing all the humans. Than he transformed: His long brown hair turned short and puffy, his robes of black and gold, carefully sewn by hand turned into commoner clothes: a white shirt and brown shorts, his wings and halo dissolved, and with another step he looked unrecognizable. But why was he cosplaying as a human? They would be far better off knowing us angels exist.

But after you followed him for what felt like ages, he walked up to a human with purple hair, tied into a bun, a white tee with a purple jacket on, and black pants. (Brighteyes, if you can't tell.) And then they hugged, kissed, all that secret affair slop.

"Oh Shedletsky, you look like an angel today!" Said the unknown woman. Maybe because he is, yet you kept your mouth shut: Telamon could definitely see and hear you if you did, considering this was just a disguise.

Telamon muttered something back, and the two kept talking like two angels after hearing some gossip about a new possible telamon creation.