The Fallen Angel

Midnight. Stars gleam in the night sky, the moon shines and shooting stars flash across the lakeside. Dragons roar in the distance, wolves howl, owls call and hawks circle in the sky searching for their prey. The wind shrieks ripping apart bushes and trees throwing leaves around in mini tornadoes. Snakes slither around searching for their prey to sink their teeth into, mice take cover underground from their attackers and warthogs try to keep quiet in the bushes hiding from the wolves.

Down in the forest a young girl with a broken wing, an angel they call her, sprints through the trees and bushes gripping her left arm. She looks back over her shoulder every few seconds to check if anything is following her. But what is it she runs away from? She runs away from fear. The fear of not knowing what lies in the forest.

The angel continues to sprint through the forest. Not pausing to breathe she rips through bushes, jumps over holes and dodges the occasional tree. Blood seeps from her wing and she starts to pant heavily. Growing anxious she snaps her head around to see what is behind. Nothing. The growling, the screaming, the howling. It all rings through her ears like music.

SMACK! Into a tree, she falls on her back looking at the midnight sky. Silence. But then a low growl echoes the surrounding area. Frozen with fear she grips her shoulder tighter and takes a deep breath in. She watches as wolves walk towards her slowly, trapping her with no escape. The angel then closes her eyes, knowing her life will be coming to an end in a matter of seconds.

The wolves start to edge closer, the angels heart rate starts to increase heavily, blood pumps quickly to her ears and pain spreads from her wings to her feet.

“Oh no oh no oh no” she says to herself. Life only has seconds left. Saliva drips onto her face, one wolf scratches at her leg, another sniffs at her stomach whilst another sniffs at her hair. The angel whimpers in pain. The stifling cold air freezes her limbs, her body shakes involuntarily, her left wing tries to stretch out but pain stops it. Tears flow down her face; she knows this is the end. She can feel it coming. She can only pray for a miracle to happen. Is there someone or something out there that can save her?

Nearby an arrow hits a tree. The wolves, alerted, look up for anyone around. Another arrow hits a wolf and it wails in pain. The sound of a horse galloping reaches them and suddenly stops. The wolves then sprint off deep into the forest.

The angel opens her eyes, she is still alive and knows someone, or something has saved her. She looks up to see a woman with black hair tied into a ponytail, a sharp nose, blue striking eyes and a blue flower to the left of her head, she then looks down to see a horse's body. The woman is a centaur. Pain shoots through her wing to her back making her flinch.

“Ahh - oww” the angel grips her shoulder and tries to move backwards.

“Are you okay?” the centaur asks analyzing her.

“Hmm - no... My – my name is Nunti... I... I... I’ve been... I’ve been ... sent... With a message” the angel instantly passes out. The centaur looks gob smacked. She instantly knows who she is. Nunti, the messenger angel who only comes with bad news. The centaur kneels down, picks up the angel, hangs her over her shoulder and trots off back the way she came.