Celestia, a place of peace and harmony where angels train to protect the people of Earth in secret. A place with flowers and trees as far as the eye can see in many areas. The home world of the former Angel Trainee, now Fallen Angel, Flonne.
Flonne was hurrying through one of the halls in the Seraph's castle, heading for the committee room for an important meeting with the Seraph and the archangels. Huge portraits of former Seraphs lined both sides of the hallway, with the occasional bust or full-body statue in between at regular intervals. Torches occupied the spaces between the paintings, small enough to avoid any danger of setting the works of art on fire, yet big enough to provide an ample amount of light. Constantly lit, they would have given the windowless passage a fortress-like feel if not for the multitude of angels carrying briefcases and clipboards and wearing the latest in business-casual attire; this was the business section of the castle, where all the affairs of Celestia were handled.
"I'm going to be late!" thought Flonne, looking at her wristwatch. That was one of the new pieces of technology brought into Celestia fairly recently; a digital watch, capable of keeping time more accurately than judging by the position of the sun, it was a blessing for those who worked in these window-less sections of the castle. "Oh, I hope they don't start without me!" she thought as she squeezed through a particularly busy intersection of halls.
"Hey Flonne, where're you rushing off to?" called a male angel from a doorway. Tall at six feet, he had long, red hair that came down to his shoulders and a pair of round, thin-framed glasses perched on his nose. Unlike most of the other angels who worked here, he wore the traditional robes of a male angel rather than the increasingly popular business attire adopted from Earth.
"Sorry Matiss, but I can't really talk right now," apologized Flonne. "I'm going to be late for a meeting with the Seraph."
"Speaking of the Seraph," mentioned Matiss as Flonne turned to go, "have you heard that he's taken an apprentice?"
"What, already?!" exclaimed Flonne as she slid to a halt, surprised. "But why? He's not nearly old enough to have to worry about something like that!"
"Well, it's not official, yet," Matiss replied, pushing his glasses up his nose with one finger. "But everyone in Celestia is talking about it. Even stranger is that nobody knows who this new guy is; everyone denies being the guy! This isn't something that someone would make up, though, so it has to be true."
"Wow, that is big news," Flonne murmured thoughtfully. "Maybe I'll be able to ask the Seraph about it at the meeting. Oh no, the meeting!" exclaimed Flonne, looking at her wristwatch. "Now I'm really late! Sorry Matiss, but I have to be going now! I'll see you later!" Flonne waved as she ran off, completely forgetting about the Seraph and his mystery apprentice.
Matiss waved back, leaning out of the doorway, then winced as Flonne ran into another angel, knocking the papers out of the angel's hands. "Flonne, Flonne, Flonne," he muttered, shaking his head to the repeated cries of "Sorry!" furthur down the hall. "When will you learn?" Giving his glasses another push, he pulled his head back inside the room and went back to his work.