There
he was, laying on the ground. With his halo shattered, and his wings broken and
burned, with only a few beautiful white feather left. Even with so few feather
left he believed that he still have hope to fly back up there to rejoin his
friends above the seventh sky.
After
thirteen days laying on the ground, staring at the sky, day and night, tears started coming down his face as he realize that it was all just an empty hope. All there was
left of his wing’s feathers was gone, fell off his wings while its decaying until there would be nothing but bone.
but
then one day when the rain fell, pass by a traveler on a horse, face covered by
shadow that fell from his hood. The horse stopped right before The Angel. “i
have no more feather for you to pick, kill me instead, save me from this
suffering and empty hope” said The Angel. But instead of ending The Angel’s
life, this unknown traveler came down from his horse, helped the angel to stand,
and put him on the horse. After that The Traveler proceed to walk and lead his
horse with The Angel on it’s back.
After
quite a long sleep, The Angel finally awake. Confused by his where about, he
tried to stand, but something that seemed to be a small yet gentle hand held
him back, “slowly, you don’t to fall to the ground again don’t you?” said a
calming voice. The Angel sat and turned his head to the source of voice, he saw
nothing but furniture in this small hut.
He rub his eyes thinking that his
eyes were still adjusting with the poor lighting inside the hut. Still he saw
nothing, but after a few seconds he started to realize something weird, he saw
a floating clothes, as if it was being worn by someone. He thought he was still
asleep and dreaming, so he said to himself “ah, i must be still asleep, this
must be just a dream”. But then the same voice that he heard spoke again from
the way where the floating clothes were, it said “no, it’s not a dream. You
might think it is, but it’s actually not. But of course, i can only say so if
you think this is a dream because you can’t see where my voice is coming from”.
The angel sat there in silence, confused. “come outside, i’ll show you” said
The Voice again.
The door was opened slowly as if
someone was opening it, so The Angel went outside and stood there, on the
grass. After his eyes adjusted itself to the shining light from the sun, The
Angel looked around. All he saw was a green meadow hill, he walked a few steps
ahead trying to see something like a structure far across the forest below the
hill he was standing at. Now he can see that structure, although it’s small
from where he stood, he was sure that it was quite a big castle, circled by
high walls with 3 towers around it, 2 by the gates, the other one behind the
castle.
“hey, over here. Stop staring at
that ugly castle and look behind you!” shouted the same voice from inside the
hut. The Angel was shocked as he was still in admiration of the castle when The
Voice talked to him again. He turned facing the hut, it was quite a small hut
with a big tree beside it. The leaf of the tree were covering the hut from the
light of the sun. “i still can’t see whatever was speaking to me” said The
Angel.
And then slowly a figure of a
woman appear below the light of the sun, short and small like a little kid.
“well? now you believe this is not a dream right?” asked The Woman to The Angel
as she saw him staring. “but...how? no, no, i mean...why?” asked The Angel
back. “well, i was born like this, no one can see me without...”, “no, not
that. I mean, why did you helped me?” cut The Angel as The Woman was talking.
“that was rude you know, cutting someone’s talking, especially when it’s a
woman! don’t you angels learn manner up there?!” said The Woman in a sulky
voice. “my...my apologize ma’am. But i still don't understand why”. “hhhh...you
were laying on the ground, under the rain, dying, and i was there, i can help
so i helped you. I’m just trying to do nice things, is that wrong?” explained
The Woman.
The Angel stood there speechless
as he stared the small figure yet now made beautiful by her pure kindness. He still
can’t believe that it wasn’t a dream, cause when he was still up at the seventh
sky, he sees only war and destruction below that he thought human were all bad
and not far different from monsters. But he was relieved that the answer to his
question wasn’t because The Woman wanted to wait until his wings grow it’s
feathers again and plucked them.
His relief made him remember
his wings and wonder why can’t he even
feel whats left of his wings. And then he realized that he now have no wings at
all. This realization made him confused and think of every possibility how he
lost his wings. As he think he started to lose stability of his own body and
fainted on the ground. His last vision was The Woman running towards him with
her hands glowing.
And then it’s all black.
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