Excerpt: The Angel's Tear

Prologue

The sun never shone in the underground village of Gatsby. None of the villagers knew of its warmth, its comfort, or its pure, almost intoxicating light. They never even stopped to think at how they got there. Surely, they did not appear there over night, but they could not have been put there by chance, either.
The surface world was a mystery to them. They did not know what it looked like or what went on above the ceilings of earth and fungus. All they knew was their little community. Some believed it was the work of the Gods; some sort of segregation to save them from an unknown danger that dwelled on the surface. Others believed that their ancestors did something that the Gods thought wrong and were put underground as some sort of punishment. And there were some who put all of the nonsense of Gods behind them and simply stated that their ancestors did not like the bright light and decided to move underground. Whatever the reason, the villagers still lived on their lives; oblivious, doubtful, and ignorant in the purest sense of the word.