User blog:Forestpaw13/Story unrelated to warriors with no title yet

I wrote some of a story that's unrelated to warriors. Here's the prologue and the blurb.

Blurb

 * Rico is a "newbie" to the Kingdom he called Heaven all his life. He expects pampering and respect during his life after death.


 * But Heaven is different than what Rico expected. People must find a different kind of strength to find happiness in the Kingdom. And there is a rule, far from a God that Rico imagined. They aren't nice, they aren't mean.


 * Can Rico find his place in the Kingdom? Or will he perish once more?

Prologue

 * Food.


 * The hunger clawed and tore at his stomach as he lay on the dusty ground. His eyes no longer burned with unnecessary tears.


 * "Forgive?" he asked out loud. He laughed, his voice cracking, and he ignored the dryness of his tongue. He continued, "I'll forgive them if they find me."


 * As dust blew by, he shut his eyes tightly. When he opened them again, an angel was there. He wore a white tunic, and he wore a crown of brambles and leaves on his head. A bow was in his right hand.


 * He struggled to connect. An angel meant you were- you were- dead.


 * That clicked. If he was dead, he couldn't forgive. And, frankly, he didn't want to.


 * "I've been sent by Pit," the angel said in a voice. He hadn't hit puberty yet.


 * Pit?


 * "He wanted me to give you this," the angel continued, handing him a bottle of clear water.


 * Water! He reached a shaky hand out.


 * Disani, Disani. His favorite kind.


 * He blinked.


 * The angel and the Disani- oh, the Disani!- were gone.


 * Happiness swelled through him for a split second. he was crazy!


 * A voice whispered, "Welcome to the Kingdom, Rico..." and then everything faded away.


 * "He's nuts!" Hunter protested.


 * The figure didn't turn to face Hunter, but he replied, "Everyone laying abandoned in the Sahara Desert is crazy, Hunter."


 * "Rio wasn't," Hunter protested.


 * "Rio?" Now the figure spun to face Hunter the Angel, revealing a sharp, flushed face. "A girl?"


 * "When we visit Heaven, I stay with her. She's almost like my sister," Hunter explained.


 * The figure seemed to relax. "She died of starvation?"


 * "Yes, your honor, she did."


 * "Call me Pit, I told you." His shoulders shifted angrily and his grip tightened around his bow.


 * "I'm sorry," Hunter apologized.


 * Pit shrugged. "As the leader of this Kingdom, I've already determined Rico to be a viable source of strength for my Kingdom. If you don't agree with me," he continued threateningly, "you can find another Kingdom."


 * Hunter felt stubborn. "You haven't studied him."


 * "I have," Pit said shortly. "I've the Managers have Rico appear here, when he clears Admission."


 * "When?" Hunter echoed angrily.


 * A flap of Pit's wings brought him closer to Hunter than ever before. "Shut up, or you'll go to the Afterlife."


 * Hunter shivered and nodded.


 * Pit loosened his grip on his bow for a second."


 * Hunter stared out the window. Whiteness. Never snow. He always dared to hope for some resemblance to his life in the Lower Kingdom, where he always had a need, and, therefore, a goal.


 * Life in the Upper Kingdom- he wasn't even sure he could call it life- was boring. Pit had Angels train for nothing. There was never a fight here. People who chose not to become Angels just went to the Afterlife.


 * It was an Angel's duty to protect Heaven- where the Afterlife was- from the UnderKingdom. But the UnderKingdom hadn't dared to attack for centuries. Ever since Pit rose to power.


 * Well, with the addition of Rico to the Angels, maybe things would change.


 * Anything to make the Kingdom more interesting.