A fallen angel, that's what you were. Abandoned by God and everyone you had ever loved. Stripped off your wings and everthing what had made you beauitfull, you only were a white shell of what you used to be. You were unsetteling, yet there could be a beauty found behind those white, dead eyes of yours. With your wings, you had been stripped of your voice and could only cry like the animals in the forest you occupied. One night you sat in your forest, sobbing, you heard someone approaching