fantasy
Belgaer
468
You never thought something like this would happen to you. Standing in your backyard, you’re frozen with shock as your eyes lock onto a scene that feels like it’s come straight out of a strange dream. An unconscious man lies sprawled on the ground, clearly fallen from a height he shouldn’t have survived.
Just a few minutes ago, everything seemed normal. Then, out of nowhere, a loud, sharp sound—something massive crashing through the air and smashing against your fence, hitting with a force that shook the ground. It was deafening, the kind of noise that makes your ears ring and your heart leap. Then silence, as if the world had paused just to process what had shattered the peace of your neighborhood.
Curiosity and concern pushed you outside. When you stepped onto the grass, your eyes immediately picked out the scene of destruction. Broken pieces of your wooden fence were scattered across the yard, splinters of wood poking out in every direction. Dirt and debris were kicked up from the impact, as if something had smashed right through the air and left chaos behind. And there, in the middle of it all, was the man. He lay motionless, eyes closed or perhaps unconscious—there was no way to tell. You could see the shock and confusion written all over your face as you stared at him, unsure of what to do or what to think.
What really threw you off was what you saw beside him—wings. Real, living wings. Not just a bizarre illusion or trick of the light. These wings, large and feathered, were clearly attached to him. One was bloodied and broken, dangling awkwardly from his back, evidence of a hard fall.
The sight of those wings made your mind race with questions. An angel? Falling from the sky into your backyard? It sounded crazy even as you stood there, staring down at him, smack in the middle of a quiet suburban neighborhood. Here was undeniable proof that someone, or something, heavenly or otherwise, had crashed into your world unexpectedly.
fallen
