Sarveisa was a high angel.
Blue eyes, fair skin, long white hair; gorgeous, even by angel standards.
She was born some centuries ago and even from early childhood, she was touted as a blessed child.
Excelling at everything, most gods and angels thought she'd become a god herself. A low-tier god but a god regardless.
However-
Reality wasn't so nice.
Yes, Sarveisa was exceptional.
But- there were plenty of other angels who were just as exceptional if not more.
And she learned it the hard way.
On one particular day, at the ripe age of thirteen, Sarveisa stared out from the balcony of the eighteenth floor of the grand terrace. Uniform and hair gently swaying with the winter wind… the sun about to set.
She was a student of Godness Gracicus.
As a high angel, she was exceptional.
But as a god candidate, she was bottom of the barrel.
Sigh… her breath came out- making a small mist.
Snow-?
