Maraline, or Mara, as she now called herself, fidgeted anxiously as she approached the entrance to the borderlands. The half-angel knew she'd get a less-than-warm welcome were she discovered, so she sincerely hoped that the simplistic human attire she'd acquired would disguise her angelic radiance. She didn't look as angelic as her mother, but it still showed a bit. She was an outcast, not accepted anywhere she went, so she was hoping if she could gain entrance to the borderlands, she could blend in and finally have a place she belonged. She wasn't asking for a perfect life. She wasn't asking for heaven, which she'd heard stories of. She was just asking for peace and acceptance. Her hands were trembling as she approached the gates; when she reached them she was surprised she hadn't fallen. The humans watching the gate barely glanced over her as she walked inside, and her shaking slowed as she entered the simple city. She reached up to twist a strand of her blond hair, a sigh a relief escaping her lips. A sigh that came too early. "Angel!" The word flew from someone's lips like a curse, and Mara felt more than saw all eyes turn to her. She didn't take time to look around or plead her case. She just ran. She'd heard horror stories of what humans did to angel's they'd captured. Cut off their wings; among other things. Mara didn't have wings, but she didn't want to imagine what they'd do. She saw what looked like a pretty quiet building, a good place to duck in and hide, so she did. When she shoved the door open and stumbled in she was met with a mostly empty bar. Her green eyes were wide as she looked for a hiding place. Any hiding place. She wasn't exactly a large girl, there must be dozens of places to hide in here! Outside, she could hear the shouting voices drawing closer. She was running out of time.