Mortals screamed as the sky opened above their heads. Blinding light spilled down, bathing the kingdom of Ediledon’s shops and vendors in white. Men grabbed pitchforks and shovels to use as weapons while women herded their children into nearby cottages and stores.
Villagers shielded their eyes as they looked up, trying to get a glimpse of the light source.
A single while feather drifted down from the heavens, landing right in the middle of the town square. No one except a little girl noticed the phenomenon.
The girl was small for her age; too skinny with arms and legs like sticks. Her once blonde hair had turned almost completely brown from dirt and grime that came with living on the streets. As the girl stepped closer to the peculiar feather, the sky rumbled with the sound of thunder. However, when she glanced up, there was no rain, or even a grey cloud in sight. As the white light became even more intense, the girl spotted a figure dressed in all white plummeting down from the skies.
The figure looked as though it was wearing a white feathered coat—a very large one. Shouts and howls could be heard from the crowd as the figure neared the cobblestone road. Right before the being hit the pavement, its eyes shot open, revealing a startling shade of grey, almost white irises. Its body collided with the ground with a sickening crack! The being’s eyes glossed over with pain.
Only then did the little girl realize that the figure wasn’t wearing a feathered coat. It had wings. Men armed with pitchforks and shovels wailed on the limp body as mothers covered their children’s eyes. But the lone girl saw it all. She saw how the figure’s white clothes turned red with blood and how crimson stained feathers flew everywhere. She saw how the sky closed up as if nothing happened and how the being was carted off, a sheet thrown carelessly over the unrecognizable body.
Vendors went back to selling various items, women and children emerged and went back to running errands or playing games, and men went back to working.
But the girl never forgot the looks on every man as they pounced on the body. Each was of pure hatred and joy. They had been ecstatic to kill a defenseless being.
She didn’t know it at the time, but the girl had just witnessed her first murder of an angel.197Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQmPnhr3UMs
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