"Tell me another one!" the little girl, barely four years old, yelled excitedly at the old shoemaker, a man so worn by the rough weather of the lowlands that his skin had become leathery and brown, his weak eyes could barely see a thing and his form was so hunched he always seemed half his height.

He was a shoemaker, not the best and not the worst. He was the oldest wingless in his region, and as such he was seen as a figure of wisdom if not authority. It was a job that allowed him access to almost all the humans living in Keor, which was one of the most populated lowland regions.

His hair was all but gone and the only joy his days had was when the children gathered for stories. He had never had kids of his own, he loved the children, especially this one.

With her white hair and pale skin, the visible signs if a hybrid, he knew that she was going to have a very tough life, tougher than it was for the other orphans she lived with.

At least the government wasn't killing her kind anymore.

The little girl in question tugged at his pants and he smiled an almost toothless smile at her, a smile she reciprocated.

He sighed, children were lucky to have a few years of oblivion, a few years where they were oblivious to the hardships their lives would hold. Life in the lowlands was horrible.

Some would say it was horrible living in the Tyreen Lowlands, but the old man always thought that was an underestimation of the conditions in the Lowlands.

Hell was empty and the old man often thought all it's demons were here.

He sighed when the girl tugged again, he looked down and began.

"Let me tell you a story, a story my great grandfather was told by his great grandfather, who in turn was told by his great grandfather and so on and so forth till you reached the original Seamus man, who had been a shoemaker on the human colonist ship which had landed here on Tyreen all those thousands of years ago.

The name of the ship was The Arisen, it was a wonder of earthen technology that had carried comfortably over a hundred thousand people, a number which grew as the humans spent more and more years lost in space after a storm displaced them from their programmed trajectory.

159 years into the journey the A.I's failed to predict a meteor shower, which hit the ship and destroyed important parts needed to ferry a quarter of a million people to Orehu, the sister planet earth, scientists on earth had discovered and sent the colonists to scout.

Although they rationed the food, and culled the numbers of passengers by throwing criminals into space, and held a strictly economic managemental mindset, the remaining supplies, would only last that number of people less than five years.

They thought they had time.

They didn't know a smaller meteorite had hit the machine that was making oxygen for the ship. Not until the warning started to blare at 8%.

It was a depressing situation, no planet with intelligent life form was willing to take in thousands of citizens from another world that could endanger theirs, so the colonists prepared to die, families laid in bed and held each other, lovers cuddled and fell asleep, the officials released a sleeping agent that would let them pass away in their sleep.

This was disrupted by a loud boom, a huge spaceship, decked out for battle, was firing at them continuously.

The colonist's ship had no weapons of their own, so they took the blows waiting for it to finally breach their hull and suck everyone out.

An unknown savior came, it was later discovered that the people firing were the Dailen, sojourners of space who traveled from planet to planet conquering them.

They were said to be as tall as two men, with arms that could lift anything without breaking a sweat. White-haired giants, brutal and savage, without any human compassion.

The saviors were the Urvasi, inhabitants of a solar system the Dailen were trying to conquer.

They distracted the Dailen so the colonists could land their ship down on one of the three planets in the solar system. Tyreen.

It was the only one that could support human life, since it had an atmosphere with a gas combination that was mostly Nitrogen, just like earth's.

The humans didn't expect to wake up, but they did, the woke into a whole new and strange world. The gravity on Tyreen was not stable, because of the planet being in a system with two suns that looked like they were either crashing into or pulling out of each other.

As the planet turned, places they human could stand comfortably turned to weightless zones, while other places that were weightless suddenly got weighty.

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The humans were lost and helpless, at the complete mercy of the strange gravity levels of Tyreen.

The thing most affected by the Tyreen gravity was the land itself, Tyreen had several thousand islands, floating islands.

Wonders of nature. As big as earth cities, some of them were. But they were so high up in the sky only the pure born and winged Urvasi (who were 98 percent of their population) could fly to its location and subsequently live there.

The Urvasi were not little green men like humans had always imagined. They were humanoid, meaning they had two legs and two arms and a head with two eyes, a nose with two nostrils and a mouth, two ears on either side of the head, and of course, an intelligent brain.

They were of different skin colors compared to ours. They were tall, a bit muscled and most importantly, their bodies were filled with Adrenae; the flying force.

This mystical thing worked like the adrenaline of humans, when in a certain situation where your heart rate sped up exponentially, adrenaline entered the blood and gave humans the strength to do the impossible for a few seconds, the high was amazing while it lasted.

The Adrenae, on the other hand, was almost a 1000 times better, when the gravity of an area dropped or came up, the Adrenae picked up the difference in gravitational forces around the body it was in, it kept a person grounded when the gravity was gone.

The Urvasi could manipulate their Adrenae to make them weightless, no wings, no capes, just flying in the air, until a person decided to stop.

Human scientists saw the shortcomings of their race and began to fight for a way to live together.

The Tyreen decided to take advantage of the humans, enslaving them little by little, stopping all their scientific endeavors.

But humans were stubborn, and they were fast learning, intelligent beings, it wasn't hard for someone to create a machine that could predict the gravity waves.

Soon enough the second greatest human invention on Tyreen was made. The Leag boots, built with magnetic threads and the dense materials of Tyreen the shoe brace was created, to help humans stay on the ground when a wave came.

Then doctor Calvin Faraday, a neurobiologist, invented the Adrenae nerve, using the tissue building machines that Urvasians used to heal themselves.

This nerve would be put in volunteering humans, and by the use of serious cell therapy, this tissue will do for a human, what Adrenae did to the Urvasi.

It would grant them the ability to be protected from the gravity's push and pulls.

Then he started to build mechanical wings that would react to that nerve, it would allow the humans to fly to the highest islands and to see more of Tyreen.

Once they were completed fifty volunteers were the first to wear them, half of them died the first day the next half died over a period of four days.

It was a shocking turn to what had promised to be their salvation from the Urvasi.

But Dr. Calvin preserved, he discovered that the computer intelligence which had been put to communicate with the Adrenerve was too much for the wearer of the mechanical wing to bear, so he substituted it for an MOT.

MOT's were tiny living computers, living in the lowlands. They were as small as orange seeds, they had no legs, but used tiny electric strings to move about, they were bright yellow in color, and in their tiny bodies, Calvin discovered, hidden inside were tiny and powerful brains.

These brains were faster and more intelligent than any computers humans or even Urvasi had ever seen. So Calvin used the MOT's to communicate with the nerve.

It worked.

Better than they had hoped, the bugs bonded with the wearer, refusing to work for any other than the one they'd been given to first.

The humans took their chance and overthrew the Urvasi, the Dailen capitalized on this issue and launched a series of attacks that left most of the human populated parts devastated.

The human and Urvasi army fought them back, the Dailen attacks continued for years, until Ire-Bastors; the day of death, when a whole fleet of Dailen ships had come at the cities.

Everyone thought all was lost, the Dailen landed and began to slaughter everyone they could, all hope was lost, and then...

"And then what?! " the little girl insisted, the old man sighed.

"I had hoped you would be sleeping by now," he said and the little girl pouted,

"Please, please, please, go on, you're already at the end, I want to hear the end." She pleaded, she was just so cute and the old man had to oblige her.

He sighed and continued.

"And then, Byanca Concorde's mechanical wings broke apart and big, black, iron wings, ripped their way out of her back, and took her to the air.

All the fifty members of the new round of volunteers sprouted wings from their backs that day, they acquired super strength, speed, rapid healing. Faster instincts, and much more powers that had never been seen before.

That day, the whole of Tyreen lauded them as the angels that won the war, and soon it changed to war angels. This became a coveted position of honor, that brought you prestige and wealth.

Calvin recreated the procedure but the wings that were growing weren't the iron and massive wings the fifty had grown, but soft feathery wings that allowed for flightspeed.

The experiments were stopped but it was in the blood now and no one was really surprised when Kim Artis; one of the now-famous fifty war angels, gave birth to a little, beautiful, angel child, with wings of pure earth gold.

As the ages passed, the winged reproduced, and soon enough, there were no humans without Adrenae. Except for the hybrids, beasts of half human half Dailen ancestry.

The pureborns, those that were descended from the original fifty, soon became the rulers of the world. Not all humans could grow wings, even though they had the flying force.

So they were all stuck on the surface of Tyreen, while the winged lived in the floating island cities, hundreds of miles in the sky.

And so it has been, up till this day. We are still fighting those relentless Dailen scum.

And we can only keep them away because of the war angels."

"War angels!" The little girl yelled and stood up, hopping around with her arms spread wide as she imagined herself flying, the old man knew that as a hybrid she never would, but she could pretend all she wanted.

she was yet a child, in this dark place, she will lose her innocence soon enough.

"Seven, come. We must go before Satara finds you out here," the old man called, the girl was giggling far away, her eyes were closed as she twirled with her arms wide open, her startling white hair blowing in the air, 

" Seven!" He called out again.

"Seven!"

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How was the introduction? are you curious? Next chapter will be coming soon, I am excited.

Please point out errors, I typed half asleep.

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