I started this story in November of '98.  Yes, it really is that old.  It's been through many transformations since then: I've drastically changed the plot three times.  This is the third incarnation; the two previous were fanfictions.  Originally I did this with the intent of putting myself in the story as myself--actually, not even myself, but an even more flawed version of myself.  It's gotten away from that ideal somewhat, because after all, what I'm aiming here for is a sense of realism amongst fantasy.  Main characters especially are dynamic--they change and evolve, usually for the better, as the story continues.  Claris has changed away from being me, though she still looks pretty much just like me--but, from what I've seen on the Internet, her plain brown hair, hazel eyes and glasses description could fit any number of girls.

This story is really a story about a normal person dealing with an abnormal situation.  Not just abnormal, in fact, but completely absurd.  It is about people doing their best to do what they believe in, trying to cope with their damage, amongst that madness.  It deals with angels, God, alternate realities, different worlds, but most importantly, relationships.  It is a bit mad, and since I'm an amateur, just as flawed as most of its characters. 

But, I hope you enjoy it.
 

The First Generation & The Second Generation

General Characteristics

Social Conventions