This is my first piece here, which is just a prologue to the real story.
I'm sorry if I have lots of mistakes, I don't write things in English that much.
So, well, Enjoy!
Tuna
edit:
changed the whole prologue, I realized the way I write the old one is too rushed, and didn't think about how the reader thinks.
Prologue
An angel I created you, among many, blessed with few traits of man.
You are given vision of all, and with that you shall share what you see with the few who I claim needs them.
I therefor ask -not order- you to do a task, to write a book for man.
You then shall decide whether or not to do this task, as decision is one of the ability an angel like you normally do not posess.
You shall watch over the whole world of Panna and,
I shall watch over you.
I will name you, Raziel.
***
You may think I should shoot myself, with a gun, bomb, or pineapple, whatever object that would hurt when it hits someone. I'm not sure how the last one would work. But who are you to tell me what you think? A human is all you are; you may anger, you may whine, to Gramps or my fellow angel, but not me. Alone is how the arrogant walks, and arrogance is what makes man. I am not with you.
Pride - what each man brings to reach greater potential. Without it they are bound to never advance, but with it they are cursed to sacrifice other things to make steps for their foot, even among themselves. All the time they have would bring them back, not forward, as they work their way to massacre and extinction. When ignorance overwhelms, there's nothing else that can save them, not even me.
I mean, I wouldn't.
Whatever they learn, whatever they conquer, they would only want to keep as much as possible for themselves, or their family, or their clan or kingdom or whatever. Exclusivity causes them to war against each other, and that never change even since I watch over them back when Gramps created Luther, the first human, and Calla, his companion. Someone has to teach them other than fighting to survive and fulfill their passion. Someone has to teach them that human, like a colony of ant or a group of birds, are one. This is like asking for world peace, and though I wish for it to happen, I wouldn't be bothered to do it. Too much effort, won't do, would you?
Unfortunately, the angel Raziel, the one that has to present the human a book from other than their own view, the one that was given the task to stop them to destroy themselves and around them, - happens to be me.
Out of all the good traits that can be found elsewhere, why did Gramps have to include the traits of human unto me? To compensate my ability to learn, I was made to be dumb, and as expected from any other people, when given a task as big as this, I would...whine.
But I was obedient when my memory was still fresh. I still remember that time shortly after Gramps made me, I was pretty much like:
"All right, lets do it! Lets write this book about humanity and for humanity!
I was excited, I was full of energy.
I was lost.
I'm way older than human race, that's when I felt embarassed when I spent decades looking around Panna just to figure out they haven't even existed yet.
They were cute, you know, these humans. Cute and stupid, which equates to entertaining to watch. At least, that's what I thought they were, until I got to know them better.
"O, holy Raziel, why do I suffer from famine and poverty when I have treated others kindly as you taught us to?"
"Everything has its reason, and you will be rewarded according to His greater plan"
Well, what else could I say? I was more confused after hearing his response, though.
"So, can you give me wealth right now?"
"Me?"
"Yes"
"Right now? Give you wealth?"
"Yes. And some clothes."
This was around the time I stopped showing up in front of them. I mean, what am I? A genie?
Now, you must think I'm a cruel angel, lazy, indecent, or should just go shoot myself. Well, too bad. It's also one of human's traits to 'kiss-ass' to something more powerful, in the end they will stab me with the knife I gift them to when they can.
If I show up again around this time, they'd shoot me and capture me for show and tell, thinking they can handle everything themselves. But hell, this was exactly why I whine a lot. I'm an angel, and so I have some sort of obligation towards them. I couldn't just ditch my duty like this, so I tried another approach...
...which was to to blend in the human society as one, because I learned from experience, that looking is not enough, you also have to touch it to see if it's real.
...I just realized that sounded very misleading.
I mean, to know by looking is not as good as to understand by asking. That's a better way of saying it.
As an angel in the human-relation department, Gramps made me with a pair of all-seeing eyes, and the ability to choose my appearance. I'm not the only angel around, in this world I need to give reports about Panna to my brothers so they'll take care of it, like demons not behaving themselves. About humans and their internal drama, that's what I'm supposed to handle by presenting this book I've yet to finish, and I don't know how much time I got left before they'd completely ignore what I say.
Fortunately this time, may be the time things will start moving to the right direction.
I see a group of interesting people, each carries their own reason behind them, sets off on a journey to find the answer to their quest. A quest I...honestly don't really care about, but indeed I am interested in one of these people the most.
A girl, who possess the ability of absolute understanding of each other, to read the mind. Look to the eye, that's the only requirement, and she'll learn anyone's thoughts at that instant moment. It would suck if she reads mine, but that's the catch. I have my eyes everywhere, so there goes my thoughts, sent to her no matter how far we are. Though I've learnt how to sort which thought of mine I allow to be sent, sometimes I can't help spilling some information a human shouldn't know about.
But someone like this is what I call interesting, she's like a zoom feature in my primitive world-camera.
She'll help accomplish my duty, she'll help me help humanity and, when it's done, she'll be the one I'll entrust this book to.
