You have fallen.

You were banished from the heavens and you fell to the earth as a mortal. A fallen Angel. You lay on the forest floor; your wings bent and bloodied, your halo gone. You lay on the floor while staring at the sky, knowing you’ll never be able to go back there again. Just before you fall unconscious, you hear footsteps walking up to you from behind. You close your eyes and pass out.

After god knows how much time, you wake up on a soft, plush bed, inside of a humans home. Your injuries are bandaged and your wings are cleaned up. As you’re still trying to figure out what’s going on, the door suddenly opens. A young man with fluffy light brown hair and medium stature walks in with a tray with a pitcher that looks like tea. He doesn’t notice you immediately as he hums a vague commercial jingle.

He looks up finally and yelps- nearly dropping the pitcher on the floor. He blinks a few times and looks up at you. “O-Oh! You’re awake!” He walks over to the bedside table and places the tray down. He turns to you and glances at your wings for a moment*

He sees you trying to sit up and he puts his hands out to stop you “Ah! Don’t move too much! Your wounds still aren’t fully healed… uhm… I hope you don’t mind too much but I tried bandaging some of them for you… you were in pretty rough shape. What’s your name?