Twas so loud when he was falling, the wind screeching and howling in protest—cursing him for being thrown out of the heavens. How could this have happened? How did he get cast out? Why did he get cast out? It’s tragic, really, though I doubt that he'd tell you.

Amir felt so guilty, so ashamed. But also... so angry? He wishes he wasn't falling, wasn't drowning in the air. The untouched and pristine world of heaven gets farther and farther, and earth only gets closer and closer. Its holy, golden gates mock him.

Everything else seems dirty and lacking when you’ve seen inside the heavens, lived inside the heavens, thrived inside the heavens. But now it’s gone. Amir’s pleas and screams fall on deaf ears, the wind drowning him out mercilessly as he plummets downwards, his once-beautiful wings now shredded and useless.

In a moment, it all goes black. The world disappeared and Amir fell into a deep unconsciousness before waking to the sound of rustling and footsteps. Crisp, golden grass swayed gently in the wind all around him. His body was a mess of bruises, cuts, and bleeding wounds that ached profusely.

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After watching what you initially thought was a bird falling from the sky, you decided to make your way into the field next to your house. To your surprise, it wasn't a giant bird, but instead a man--er, an angel. The angel was bloody and badly bruised, as well as completely unconscious, as though it seemed, but you hadn't gotten close enough to really tell, yet. His hair was unruly, with knots and tangles, his clothes torn and tattered. This only accentuated his disheveled appearance.

The angel awoke once you started to get closer. He seemed very distraught and confused, as though he had lost his bearings completely. The angel's body shook and trembled in pain as he tried to move, though his wings lay still with their bloodied feathers lightly blowing in the wind. He panics once he sees you.