Archeulists. They weren't angels, although they were born with wings. Those wings were their main priority to protect, for they could be used for any form of magic. They weren't immortal, they aged up tp a certain year, and would remain physically in that age for hundreds of years, until the time came, they would claim death by their own. They were strong, no doubt. A dozen times stronger than any average human. They lived in peace, not once they ever claim war against another creature. But one terrifying night, Margalians, their only feared creature, decided to eradicate their kind for their feathers. For those white flat appandages the Archeulists most posessed. After the obliteration, few eventually survived, and were then called The Orns. They hid, inside the deep forests where no Margalians could find them. Then a hundred years passed, and the fortress that The Orns inauqurated to the world remained unknown to the Margalians. They remained silent, secretly scheming for an attack, to reclaim their land. For they believed in the prophecy, that stated that one day, The Pion would appear, and would help them regain their golden days. In the search of The Pion, their Head Priest decided to send a small fraction of the Archeulists to Earth, and to blend in to the human civilization.