Celestia POV

Falling is an interesting term. It means having no control over your velocity, direction, or timing while moving from a higher point to a lower one. Falling from a certain height or anything above can be fatal, at least to any human. Not angels though. Falling isn't typically how angels come to Earth, but something they would only consider in dire situations or if they were banished like Lucifer.

I don't like falling at all. I have my arms around my mother, who is holding me like she did when I was a small child. My hands are tightly wrapped around her neck holding onto her for dear life. Falling isn't slow or graceful like one would imagine levitating is. On the contrary, it's messy and scary. My heart beats rapidly and I have a little trouble controlling my breathing.

"Don't let go, Celestia! We are almost there." My mother's voice is almost impossible to hear from the sound of all the air we are disturbing with our mere presence, this high above ground falling through it. I also wonder how we aren't on fire by now, but I guess angels are powerful enough not to burst into flames any other object falling at this speed would. That's the only explanation that comes to mind.

I don't remember hitting the ground, but as I open my eyes, I find we are lying on the ground. This isn't like any of the other times I came to Earth with Mom or my uncles. I guess since we are running, we couldn't have taken the conventional way angels travel from Heaven to Earth.

I get up and look around. It's sunny, with no clouds in sight. The field is beautiful with many different colored flowers contrasting the green of the grass. There aren't any trees nearby either. Just a large empty field. As I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I felt my mother's touch. Suddenly I stopped sensing the heat of the sun on my skin anymore. Opening my eyes, I discover that we are in a dark room. All the walls are covered in some sort of sigils unknown to me, which are glowing luminously.

"I am so sorry, my sweet child. We have to do this, so they don't find you." She proceeds to get a special ceremonial blade. I know what's going to happen next. She told me before the fall as we were running toward the "emergency exit" of Heaven, so to speak.

The sigils that would hide my angelic nature from everyone need to be etched into my skin using Heavenly Fire. All angels have the ability to unleash Heavenly Fire via their physical bodies. It's supposed to be used to fight evil, but it's also required in this ritual to make sure the scars won't heal over time and fade. If they did, I wouldn't be concealed anymore.

"This is going to hurt sweetie, but I promise it will be over soon." I stare as my mother starts to channel her fire through the blade itself and hold it like a pen almost. It looks beautiful. The moment the tip of the blade touches my wrist I close my eyes in pain. Never in my short life have I felt this kind of pain. There is no pain in Heaven, and I grew up there after all. At one point we were both crying from the pain, but what really leaves a mark on my soul isn't the carving itself, but seeing my mother's tears and agony, while doing it.

I don't know how long exactly she works on them, but my body can't handle it and I pass out from the pain before she even starts to draw the tattoos with her special ink on top of the sigils to finish the ritual. 

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A/N: Hello, lovely people! I am editing the chapters, but thought it might be appropriate to show Celestia Aurora's actual fall to Earth. After I finish editing the chapters in the future, I am thinking of using this as the prologue of the book. Tell me what you guys think. Is it a good prologue? Is it too short? Mysterious enough? I would love to hear your thoughts on it.

-Fiona Fel