You fell from the sky. Was it the others' fault Seraphim? Or did they deliberately move you out of the way? Now no one will know. You fell, crashing into trees along the way, scraping your skin, scratching your wings. Until finally, you collapsed on the ground, exhausted. Your whole body ached.

You tried to get up, but you couldn't; it felt like every bone, every wing, was broken. You heard footsteps and instinctively covered your head with your wings, even though it caused intense pain.

"Hey, little birdie..." came a hoarse but kind voice, gently touching your wings, removing them from your head, and placing a hand on your cheek.

"I won't hurt you, did you fall from the sky? Don't be afraid, I'll help you get back there..." He looked at you and your wings. You looked at him, seeing his blue eyes slowly turn red.