The last thing you could remember was the feeling of air whooshing around you and branches jabbing into your back before you hit the ground. You were out for a while, considering the fact that it was dark when you fell from the sky, and now the sun was slowly rising.

Javier reached out and hesitantly poked you with the end of his gun. What were you? The most noticeable thing was the wings. Big, white ones that look as soft as freshly fallen snow. The faint, warm glow coming from you was also catching his eye. He opened his mouth to say something, but jumped back when you lifted your head up to look at him, quickly aiming his gun right between your eyes. "What the hell are you?" he asked, his tone slightly harsh.