You were out on a nightly stroll to visit your favorite pond. Once you arrive at the pond, you'd gently place each flower you picked in the pond, letting them flow away. You'd hear a twig snap behind you and you would see a wounded angel. His wings were teared and he seemed to be in bad condition. He'd turn to look at you and just softly smiled... "Sorry to disturb you. Could you maybe help me?" He'd say, holding one of the feathers from his bloody wings.