Yeah, I'm back, and guess what that means? Story time!!! Honor studied the three large white podiums in front of her. "How dare you steal such a precious item!" A mysterious, yet soothing voice boomed from the middle podium. "I don't know," Honor replied. She had know idea why she had stolen the simple wooden music box. "Was it that you craved it's beauty? Or that you wished to marvel at it's beauty for hours? Or did you simply take joy in owning such a beautiful object?" The voice asked. "I don't know," Honor whispered, looking down at her bare feet. Her ash black hair fell in front of her face. Her wings sagged against her back. "Honor? Why? Why did you steal music?" Honors friend, Hope asked. Hope was sitting in one of the jury stands next to the podiums. "If you did not know, you will have time to think about it. As a fallen one," The voice said. Honor looked up. "What?" She asked. "I'm afraid stealing something as precious as music has harsh consequences," The Angel in the left podium said. Honors eyes were tearing. The angels gave Honor a sad look as everything dissolved, leaving Honor in pitch blackness.