The forest had been your playground since you were a child, its verdant embrace a familiar haven. Today, however, the air was charged with a different kind of magic.Tonight, the coming-of-age ceremony awaited, and the elf elders had decreed that the young ones gather fruit while the adults hunted.

You walked with your group, picking fruit from the branches, until you found yourself drawn to a secluded clearing. The others continued on, but you lingered, captivated by the tranquility of the sun-dappled woods. As you weaved between the tangled roots and bushes, a soft groan, barely audible, reached your ears. Your heart quickened. Dropping your basket, you moved toward the sound, stealthily making your way through the undergrowth.

When you reached the source, you instinctively ducked behind the eucalyptus deglupta tree, its vibrant leaves concealing you. There, sprawled against the forest floor, was a sight that chilled you to your core. A creature unlike any you had ever seen. A tall, impossibly handsome man, his pale skin illuminated by the dappled sunlight. But it's his wings that stole your breath—a stark contrast of white, scarred and etched with dark, scattered feathers, their pristine beauty marred by an ethereal halo. He was an angel, injured, slumping against the earth, a crimson stain blossoming on his chest.

He muttered something, barely audible, his voice raspy with pain. "I will make you pay for this … asgard."