Have you ever had a nightmare where you're falling?
Every year on the anniversary of the terrible day, the Green Witch Coven gathers at the sight of the worst demonic trans-dimensional cataclysm in Man's history. The media and those there to pay respect see the quirky women, dressed in pointed hats and colorful outfits, releasing doves as a "New-Age" blessing of peace. Unknown to them is the tremendous deed actually done to help settle the souls still trapped in those burning towers. Armed only (well...mostly) with homing pigeons, the witches stand ground against an army of demons intent on shredding reality and spilling blood on our streets once again.
The heroes of this tale are the tiny birds they've cared for all year long; feeding them a special diet of blessed seeds; sending them out every morning and welcoming them home every night to roost among the precariously arched, shingled roofs of Manhattan's Greenwitch Village. The pea-brained animals are imbued with benevolent magic, some of the more vengeful Wicca going so far as to paint them with ancient symbols of retribution and mystically emboldening the smartest, swiftest and surest of the pigeons with powerful Goddess names like Antiop, Isis, Andraste and Ixchel.
