• Up high in the mountains lives an angel. Yes, she was a lonely angel with wings of fiery hatred and feathers. Stranded up there, by the very men she aided in a war. Now, there is another war and she can help. That angel, who loved man, but betrayed by them, can help. But no one can reach her. Even those who tried, who dared approach her sacred and sealed haven, even the bravest did not succeed past the immovable wall of fury fueled by her very conscience. If they did pass it, it was only one deathly stare, and they never returned. That angel, betrayed by the very men she helped, had an eye that could kill. It was her stare that made sure no other men could come in contact with her.

    And her name: no one knew it, but the few who did, whispered it in their hearts in fearful chambers of old secrets. They feel that once the angel’s name was uttered, doom would befall the world for this was what she said before the men she helped, left her betrayed on that mountaintop. Now there is a war again and the angel has the power to help.

    If anyone can get the angel to help us, you will save the world.