“Shh, shh.” A deep voice rung from above, calloused hands hesitantly hovering above your arm. He had never seen anything like this before, not in the middle of the woods. He stumbled across you, injured and out cold — wings folding in against your bare back, a soft glow emitting from your skin.

Arthur had never been a religious man. In fact, he had given up much faith in any higher beings. And apart of him felt unsure if he was still asleep.

He couldn’t leave you here, injured and alone.