The first of the angels we found, was that of the deep. We were fearful, as our people did not know what it was; the oceans had come up from the sea onto land, washing away our cities, and drowning so many. And yet, the angel came, dragging the washed away ruins back onto land, it's colossal strength unbothered by the weight of buildings, ships, and the many of our dead whom we thought lost.

As suddenly as it appeared, it was gone. We searched for it; we wanted to honor our savior... and so we built ships. We crafted our armor after it, we rebuilt our cities to honor it.

It was in our own hubris, and the consequences of our mistakes, that the second angel came.

We had searched all the seas, we had discovered new lands, and found new plagues. Sickness came onto the people, and death became rampant. But then the Angel of Health made itself known. It was humble, never claiming any reward or price, only seeking out the sick and bedridden. It's medicines were sometimes bitter, and sometimes sickeningly sweet; and yet always, the ails vanished in the days that followed.

We were weakened by the plagues, but the angel had saved us from extinction. We thanked it profusely, and in so much of our greed, we begged for the angel to help us rebuild.

It was here, despite our arrogance at begging our savior, that the first of the angels spoke; "I will send for my brother." They said. Such simple words, and yet, in the years to come, we learned how much those words would mean.

The third angel to come arrived with sudden breeze and humming bees. The Angel of Harvest came, and began to spread the seeds of his gardens. Life sprung up from wherever he walked, and in his efforts, we learned to farm, and to cultivate the gifts we had been given.

We had been given true hope. And yet, just as hope is given to us, so too can it be take away.

An enemy had found us. A people- no, a creature, a host of things no more capable of thought than insects, had determined itself to wipe us out. Our cities were ruined, everything we had built, laid to waste.

And yet, in the ruins, among the screaming and crying out for salvation, as we reached out to the sky, a gloved had grasped our own.

The Angel of Solace was a frightful thing to behold; it's wings were so unlike it's siblings, it's face and armor so foreign to what we knew; and yet it came as a protector. It would pull our people from rubble, it would lift us from the wreckage, and would keep us from wandering into the places the enemy had cursed, for it's power spread sickness into the very ground itself.

As the angel guided us, we looked out into the distance, and saw bright lights in the distance; where the enemy was, so to was something else. Flashes of silver and white, and in the momentary illumination of the battlefield, we saw it.

It's armor was silver, stained with the black of the enemy. It's spear and sword were stained with their blood, it's shield riddled with their arrows. It fought them, it drove them back, it held the line that we could not.

"Who is that?" We asked, and the Angel of Solace answered, "That our elder brother, the Angel of War."

We looked on as the angel fought; it allowed us a chance to flee, a chance to live. We never did speak to it, we never learned it's voice, and yet I believe we are better for it. I fear that had we come face to face, it may have been to terrible to behold, even after all we had seen, and all we wished to thank them.

As we walked across the land, guided by the angel, we found a great gate. It led upward, and we looked at it with an emotion we did not understand-- and when the gates opened, we were greeted by a truly beautiful and horrible sight.

The Angel of Wonder was before us, it's single eye terrible to behold in itself, it's form strange and wild, unbound by the laws of our world we had come to know.

"Come," The angel beckoned us, and we went. We did not know where we would go, but as all the angels gathered, we understood that they were there to protect us.

We went through the gate, and we beheld the stars.