Something the young man would never think he would see was a fallen angel. But there, in front of him, lay no human.

The angel was crouched down behind an old shed. The poor things wings were torn, burnt in places and frayed. Pitiful.

The man who is called Wanderer slowly sat next to the angel and gently put an arm on their shoulder.

"Hey.. are you okay?" He murmured. He looked worried.