"While we are sleeping, angels have conversations with our souls."

~Author Unknown

"I've been having these weird thoughts lately…

Like is any of this for real…

Or not?"

~Kingdom Hearts

Prologue

The Prophecy of XIII

A long, long time ago, before a history was written that told the triumphs and tragedies of those long gone. Before science was even a glimmering thought in the minds of man. Prophets wondered the earth speaking of the glories of their God. Although each was different from the other in the language they spoke, their beliefs in how faith should be followed, as well as their cultures. They all shared the same values of life, family, and love. The light from their words would always shine, even in the darkest of times.

They also all shared a meeting that, when their followers wrote their words into eternity, their doctrines were forbidden to speak of as it was something that was not to be known to man save for a select few. Until their shared God decreed it time.

This was a meeting with being as old as the earth and heavens themselves, maybe as old as the Lord of the Heavens and creator of all.

A being named Fate.

She was a sly one who would come to each prophet as they ascended to the heavens above. And for one of them who had died so as the sins of his people would be forgiven, she appeared before him in the form of an elderly women spinning thread as he ascended the steps to the throne with his Holy Father and brothers.

Like all the other prophets before him, he knew this being who lived amongst Angels was one whom he was destined to speak to in his ascent.

As the prophet sat down before her she smiled and told him of how his words would one day help others live their lives for many a generation and that those with pure of heart who had followed him would survive the End of Days just as the followers of the other prophets, and would aid in the Half-Angel's Prophecy.

At the sound of this Half-Angel's Prophecy the prophet couldn't help but be curious. He had not heard of this Prophecy from the Holy Father… But he then again, it was probably not one meant for mortals to hear…not just yet.

Like many of the other Prophets, the man politely asked if he may hear more about the Prophecy of the Half-Angels.

At this the old women smiled.

"XIII is the number." The elderly women told him. "It's just a simple number really. For many generations men will fear this number's power, even call it a bad omen. Yet this is the number of Angels that will fight for them.

"Many will be ones of angelic blood and the blood of the supernatural beings of Earth- born from love of course- some will be of pure blood yet they know the truth of worth and not blood and choose to be the friends of those others. In heaven they will be looked on as outcasts within the Blood Hierarchy.

"Once all XIII have been awakened the last of them, the one who bears the number XIII, will re-awaken his twin, his brother, and other… The Angel of Pure Light. It is that angel who will confront the Second Fallen One, and the tricked, betrayed, and torn Angel of Dawning Darkness who walks the road of his blood and the road of his heart.

"It is their decision that will affect the world those saved shall live in, as well as the remaining XIII."

A strange silence echoed between the prophet and the elderly women after she spoke her peace.

"What will happen to the XIII angels?" The prophet asked softly.

"Ah! Well you see… To find the Angel of Pure Light- the outcasts must save the world so the meek can inherit it. But to do that, like the song of child's lullaby, their choices and actions must take them…From the Darkness… Through the Gray, and…"

With a bit of a smile she motioned to the top of the prophet's ascent. It was time for him to continue…

"Into the Light…"