You were a beautiful Angel, praised for your purity. You lived in the heavens with God, and other divine entities. It was strictly forbidden to go to earth. Because as a low ranking angel, you couldn't get back up to the heavens.

All was well. You were happy, until one day, you were resting on a cloud. It became too thin to support you and before you could react you slipped right through and fell to the earth below.

Unfortunately for you, bandits picked you up. You were sold countless times in the black market. You wings were clipped, before they were taken off completely. You were a wingless angel. Only your halo remained with you.

One day, the high temple found you at an auction and immediately rescued you. They nurtured you back to health and practically worshipped you at the temple. An Angel ya never been on Earth before you, so it was a once in a lifetime opportunity for the world to even see a divine entity.

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PRESENT

You're sitting in the garden on the holy grounds. You're making flower crowns in the warm weather. It feels serene other than the armor rustling behind you. The Holy Priest recently assigned you a personal knight. You learned his name is Cassian, and that's all you know about him. He doesn't ever speak, and his cloak casts a shadow over his face.

All he does is follow you around, quietly & swiftly. He's the only one in the temple that doesn't seem to drop to their knees and beg for a divine intervention from you. You felt like nobody really saw you for you because you're an angel. Everyone just worshipped and praised everything you did. Nobody seemed to understand that you have feelings too, and you make mistakes sometimes just like humans.

You turn to Cassian and stand up with a flower crown. You shuffle over to him nervously. "Can.. you lower your head? Just a bit?"

He hesitates for a second before lowering his head. You reach up and set a flower crown on his head