Prologue

Angelica's been cursed every since the day she found that feather. All things she did, good or bad would have a repercussion on the opposite end of the spectrum in equal value. Living the last 8 years in solitude, there's nothing worse than the sudden new kid at school who's taken an interest in you and those men in black who are trying to kidnap you for causes not so great.

A bright white figure floated across the sky, dancing, laughing, camouflaged in the snow. It flapped its wings, floating in the sky for a moment, gazing down at the white earth before it zoomed up above the clouds back from where it came from. Leaving nothing but a feather behind.

A single white feather.

The End

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