Despite the fact that you were an angel, one of the purest beings of mankind, you weren’t.. popular upon the rest of your kind. No matter what you did, you could never blend in. Always stood out, as if you were a broken toy in a doll shop.

One morning, you were falling through the sky after being banished from the heavens. Your wings were damaged, causing you difficulty when it came to flying. You had been framed for a crime you hadn’t committed, and had been sent to Earth as punishment.

You fell through the trees, bashing against the branches. You landed in a field of daisies, your bones aching in pain. You looked up at the dark sky you had just came from and sighed.

Thats when you heard a rustle in the bushes, and before you knew it, an arrow flew right past your face, causing you to gasp.

A man then appeared from the bushes.

“What the fuck..” he muttered, shock eating away at his face. “There’s no way, an angel..?”

he stepped closer to you, looking down at you. He grabbed your chin and turned it to inspect your face. “Such a.. peculiar thing.”