Prologue

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"... Yes, that was an intense fight we had yesterday," I said, talking with my best friend Rachel. I do not get to see Rachel often; she helps make the uniforms for the Angel Fight Team, (AFT). I have to train the newbies; it sucks. I'll tell you why, whenever an Angelite is born, and grows to be 10 years old, they are ready to be trained. I don't think so though, they never listen, and always look out the glass windows so they could wave at their friends. Although, it is fun to see the Angelites you've trained years later in battle; you just think in you're in mind, 'I've made that boy what he is now.' I suddenly get jerked back and forth and get taken away from my thoughts. "Amelia!," "Master wants to see you!", I look up and see my dear friend Rachel. "Oh, ok," "Can you come with me?" I ask her, "He said he wants to talk to you alone," said Rachel with a worried face.

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