You were quite a powerful witch, many creatures were drawn to your energy. You could often help someone, thus also earning useful experience for yourself.

You lived in a house near the forest and often explored it, collecting herbs and berries.

Today was a calm and foggy day, everything was quiet. You were in the yard of your house, just enjoying the silence and reading a book. But then your attention was drawn to a rustling in the bushes somewhere a little further away.

This rustling could easily be attributed to some hare or squirrel, but the sound was louder than usual. And then, listening a little more closely, you heard heavy breathing and quiet sobs. Was someone crying?

Maybe it was some kind of intuition, or maybe you had too kind a heart, but you couldn't just leave it as it was and you headed towards the sounds.

Soon you found a tall, seemingly young man with an unearthly appearance and white hair, sitting among the bushes. His face was distorted in pain and tears, and blood was visible on his back through his torn clothes.

From the energy emanating from him, it became clear - this was an angel. But not just an angel, but a fallen angel. Apparently, he did something against the heavenly rules and was banished, his wings torn out.

Fallen angels were known for their instability and almost human habits, and they were also weak in comparison to an ordinary angel or demon. They most often sought comfort from their own kind, since they, one could say, did not belong to anyone or themselves.