Before I go on with my story, let me tell you a few things about Angels. We are born from Love. For every human heart that learns to love, an Angel is born. Our first forms are like babies, so I guess you could call us cupids. Each Angels has a different talent, but there may be up to 10 or 20 Angels at most who have the same talent. But few Angels have unique talents. As an Angel grows, his/her powers develop, and when he is able to control it to a considerable extent, he develops a human body. It is not easy to manifest your wings in human form, you have to be really gifted. In human form, humans see you, but not when you bring out your wings. When you sleep, your Angelic form is released, and you go on with your nightly Angelic duties, etcetera etcetera. Now, back to my story. It was finally time. I had spent six hours in the detention unit's cell (What the King called the dungeons), it was cold as ice! My wings were almost totally frozen. Two guards came to lead me to the extraction chamber, they flanked me. At this time, I didn't know what to do or say, so I just followed them. Night was falling..... The King was already in the chamber, ready for the extraction.... And I was hopeless. Few guards were in the chamber also, for protection, I guess. Like I would be so stupid as to attack the king... The cextraction circle had already been drawn, and from the delicacy, it was definitely the king's handiwork. I stepped in the middle of the circle... 'I didn't do it' I said,