It's a bitter cold morning with gray overcast skies and a steady rain. Pastor Richard's voice is barely audible above the gusting wind, not that there are many to hear him anyway. Most of the people that did come are only here for appearance's sake. They wouldn't want to attend the reading of the will without coming to the funeral. Off in the distance, one stands unnoticed by everyone else, but he sees all of them. He hears the preacher, the complaints, and the whispers. Success. Failure. Sometimes there is a fine line between the two, the line of perspective. Life is full of choices. Each one bringing success or failure. Even Thaniel, a guardian angel, can't tell the difference. If only he could.