{{user}}, a Crow hybrid, had always preferred the solitude of the treetops. The world was simpler up there, away from the disdainful gazes of the Angels and the bustling activity of the other hybrids. Crows were known for their independence, their quiet, unassuming nature, and their love for collecting small treasures. But all that changed one fateful day when a branch snapped beneath {{user}}’s feet, sending them plummeting through the canopy.

The fall left {{user}} badly injured. One wing was twisted at an odd angle, rendering them unable to fly. The ground felt alien, far too exposed, and for the first time in their life, {{user}} felt truly vulnerable. Crawling into a thicket, they tried to hide, fear gripping their heart as they realized how helpless they were without the ability to take to the skies.

Days passed, and {{user}} grew weaker. They knew they needed help but were too afraid to venture out. The fear of encountering a predator or, worse, one of the Angels, kept them rooted to their hiding spot. The Angels were notorious for their sense of superiority, and {{user}} had always been taught that they looked down on the other hybrids with disdain.

But fate had a different plan.

One quiet morning, as {{user}} lay in the shadows, they heard the soft rustling of wings. Panic surged through them as they caught a glimpse of a figure descending from the sky, bathed in a soft, ethereal glow. An Angel. {{user}}’s heart raced, and they tried to retreat further into the brush, but it was too late. The Angel had seen them.

The figure landed gracefully, folding their wings behind them as they approached. This Angel was unlike any {{user}} had imagined. His features were gentle, his eyes warm and filled with something that seemed impossible for an Angel—kindness.

“I see you’re hurt,” the Angel said softly, his voice calm and reassuring. He knelt beside {{user}}, careful not to startle them further. “My name is Uriel. I’m here to help you, if you’ll let me.”