An unconventional story of star-crossed lovers tells the tale of a human who falls in love with an angel-like being and the obstacles they face in their desperate quest to be together.

Sample:

Rap rap rap.

The sharp tapping echoed across the small inlet, drawing the attention of the small crowd that was gathered.

A short, dark-haired man in a white robe sat at a makeshift table made out of one of the several large boulders that dotted the shoreline. The stone was long and flat, and served its purpose marvelously. The man’s hands and wrists were adorned with gold rings. In his left hand he held a small scepter, which he once again hit upon the rock.

Rap rap rap.

“Please be seated,” he said in an authoritative voice.

Across from him stood four separate and distinct groups of people. One group, sitting on a small collection of rocks in front of the white-clad man, consisted of three nervous looking young men. A few feet to their left, equidistant from the head table, sat two older men, one of whom was wearing a scowl that could’ve carved wrinkles in steel. Several onlookers stood behind both of these two groups, while a fourth group sat on the shoreline, submerged in the ocean up to their waists as the tides rose and fell. The man spoke in a loud clear voice so that all could hear him over the din of the ocean.

“Let’s begin, shall we?” the dark-haired man said, appraising the group before him as he sat down on the only actual chair that had been brought to the meeting. “I’d like to begin with Hunter Perry, if you could please approach the stand.”

Someone from the group on the man’s left hand side stood up. He had short dark hair and piercing brown eyes. He wore a black suit, his impressive physique quietly displaying itself in spite of the cut of the garment. After a quiet word exchanged with the two men who’d been seated on either side of him, he ambulated awkwardly across the beach, sand seeping into his formal footwear with each step. At the other man’s gesture, he sat on a rock next to the long, table-like boulder.

“Please state your name for the record,” the man in white said.

“Hunter Perry.”

“Would you please share a brief summary of events in your perspective?”

The taller dark-haired man nodded.

“To start,” he said, glancing around at the dozen-or-so people before him, “I just want to make it perfectly clear that I never intended for any of this to happen. I’m about as normal a guy as you could ever care to meet. I own a normal average-size house, I have a normal every-day career, I have normal interests and hobbies. This situation is, by far, the most abnormal thing about me.”

The man at the long table looked over to Hunter and asked, “How did you get involved in all of this, then?”

A series of unidentifiable emotions flashed across Hunter’s features, before they ultimately settled on a frown. The young man seemed to mull this question over for a moment before saying, “I guess it started in my early childhood… but everything really came to a head a few months ago. It’s a fairly long story, though.”

The man to his left nodded, “We have time.”

“Okay,” started Hunter, taking a deep breath to steady himself before pressing on, “Well, it all started in April…”