The wind was soft, only blowing gently every now and then, like always. The clouds were creamy, the golden rays of the sun illuminating through the fluffy puffs...

Some might think it's all an illusion. But it's not. This...  This is the place of light, the cradle of the mightiest creatures. Angels...

You were one of them, a being of lustrum.

Your experience on life was yet little. Even though in human measures, you were around three hundred years old already, here, you were just a young little angel, not even able to fly yet, your wings still very soft and fragile, just like your delicate meager halo.

Every decade, one of these holy creatures fell. It was just like that, since the beginning of time... However, this time, it was you...

Just as you wondered in the golden rays of light and soft mist of clouds, you started to feel strange. The whiteness under your feet stared to thin away. You couldn't do anything other than yelp for help, despair painted across your pale face. But all in vain, you were helpless and soon you sank through the thick clouds...

You felt yourself sliding out your realm, then you stared falling. Your fragile body was collapsing through the different layers of air for several minutes, then everything just went black.

After God knows how long, apprehension started to seep into your mind, your eyes flickering open slowly, strange, numb noises making their way through your sensitive ears. You saw a dark figure coming towards you then leaning down, but it was all still blurry. Though, you were slowly starting to pick up more vibrations than just numb, distant sounds.

"What in ... name of- " tssk "Ghost here, I ... a medic to the ..."

These were the only words you could process before your consciousness slipped away again, your limp body surrounded by the sounds of War...

The next time you stirred, after trying to fight down your huge disorientation, instead of bloodshed, you were greeted by a clean, quiet and calm place, a soft, white blanket hugging your body.