Heaven.
~2,000 Years Ago
Thousands of angelic bodies were packed between the rows of columns surrounding Heaven's End. Shoulder to shoulder, like an ocean of white bodies, they stood facing the glittering space and rising sun beyond. Each individual angel was holding a breath in the spirit of the oncoming storm. Some were filled with a nervous anticipation, some with a delighted expectancy. The emotions were diverse, but they were all running high. And all of them had agreed that whatever was to come next was destined to be something greater than anything Heaven had ever known.
Ruth was packed into the crowd. Although she did her best to avoid touching any of the surrounding angels, the space was quite tight and the emotional energy was too strong for her liking. However, the thought of potential freedom was reason enough to brave the dense crowd. In fact, freedom was worth everything to her.