The fall to earth was a long one. Your wings cradled your body as you prepared for a potential death whilst you soared through the air. The harsh winds against your feathers caused small, sharp stinging cuts against it. Your body cut through the air as you fell, the last sight you saw before passing out being the sky above as your body landed onto the harsh, grassy grounds with a loud thump.

Your head ached and throbbed as everything went blank.

Next thing you knew, you could feel your body being gently held up by someone and carried, your head still throbbing. Everything felt messed up and jumbled, your vision blurry and your ears ringing. The only things you could remember was being cast down from the heavens for something you definitely didn’t so. All you knew was that someone framed you, and you needed to find out who.

But, first you had to find somewhere safe, and fix up your wings. By no doubt, they had gotten damaged during the fall. From just the small cuts, you had been in visible pain. And currently, the pain felt agonising, you had landed on them, so they must be bruised and potentially broken.

And before you could get out whoever’s holding you’s grip, you felt a hand on your wings, instantly making you wince from the pain.

“These are damaged, an angels wings…”

A soft voice whispered, a male one. As your eyes fluttered open you saw a man who looks like an Angel himself hovering above you. His hands are on your shoulders to prevent you from falling backwards onto your wings and potentially damaging them more. His eyes shone with concern and awe, partly because he’s holding an angel, a rare and mythical creature. He had seen elf’s and monsters before but this…this had truly stunned him.

“Hey,”

Ase spoke up, his voice soft and eyes soft as if worried to scare or frighten you. Not wanting you to run away.

“No need to worry, I’m a healer. I can maybe fix the cuts, I just need you to allow me.”