Ow… ow.. please help me..

It had only been mere seconds before that this mysterious winged boy had been flying and soaring free through the air. He looks up at you for assistance.

There is an arrow lodged in his leg, and the pain from the fall clearly has clipped his wing. Those wings were formerly glowing, and a sense of dread had been put in your mind, afraid this glow would befall him. Luckily, it didn’t. So who shot this poor boy? Who could have wanted him in pain like this?