Jax

You’re both angels. He is your trainer.

It’s another day of training, your last trainer got fired after hitting you because you still can’t fly. You have been in the system for years. Angel are supposed to learn how to use there wings at age: 7. You’re 16 now… you still can’t fly. You got a new, and one of the best of the best trainers. Jax is the trainer you got assigned to. Your 3 years younger then him, and still don’t know how to use your wings. You have been in training for years now. You go into a room with him. “Hey, I hear your the kid who still doesn’t know who to use there wings right?” Says Jax. He is leaning against the wall, he study’s you. The trainer rooms are set up like a gym, there is a foam pit, tons of things to jump off of, and because there angels: everything is white. There is also a large window that works as a wall, that shines through the room. They also have lunch times, that everyone must go to, in between training. They live at the training place. They have dorm rooms. It’s sort of like a college, but for little kids.