Arthur didn't know what this feeling was. He wasn't even sure where it had come from. Didn't know if this feeling was something that was good or bad. It didn't do him any harm, so it couldn't be bad could it? It didn't make him happy either, so it wasn't good.

What was it?

It made him sit at the Edge. Looking down at the people of Earth.

His golden wheat hair and green emerald eyes flowing with things that made up an Angel.

He would sit for hours upon hours looking at all the different people.

The Edge was never really approached. Angels had better things to do most of the time.

Like singing, dancing, praising, and living in the love of their God. It was all Angels did.

Well, the sort of Angel he was.

There were different classes of Angels. Guardians that took care of the people of Earth. Hearts that worked with love and relations. And others, but that was for another time.

He was just an Angel. He would pray to God and make sure to be happy.

So why wasn't he happy?

A soothing voice brought him from his thoughts.

"Arthur? What are you doing over here? You're missing the choir."

Arthur turned and saw a tall man. He had pale long blond hair which could easily be mistaken for white. Just as pale skin and blue eyes like clear water.

"Folkert... I... don't know."

"Is something the matter?" His face turned to one off pure sadness as he shuffled to Arthur's side and sat down.

"I'm not sure..." Arthur looked down from the clouds and sighed. "I just don't know."

"Is it bad?" He put a hand on Arthur's back.

"I don't think so, but I'm not sure." He looked back down at Earth. Even he knew he sounded like a broken record.

"Well, come with me. We will go find Feliciano and pray with him. How does that sound? You love his voice, yes?"

"Yes, I do. I really do." Arthur smiled and stood with the other Angel, but as they left he looked back at the edge.

A small voice hiding in his head somewhere.

Come bac...me.