The Angel Calls For Her Love

Chapter Two - Memories of his Angel

Phil was forced out of his gentle sleep by a rough cough. He lurched forwards, trying to get a breath of air in as it was all thrown out. His throat hurt and his chest was wheezy.

Where am I? When Phil finally got control of his breathing, he looked around to see trees covered in snow around him. The sun shined brightly over everything, making the scene glossy.

What even happened?

Phil was lying on his back, a dull throbbing banging on his head. He registered a stiffness in his bones, but not his surroundings. Around him the forest was in full swing, with animals going about their daily business and the sky shining bright blue.

Phil couldn't remember anything from the night before. He pondered what could've caused this blackout. Was I drunk last night?

He couldn't remember anything. The last thing he could recall was him mining and coming up to the surface to find out it was nearly sunset. Techno had been farming potatoes, like usual.

How and why did he get drunk last night? Last time he checked, they didn't even have alcohol in the house.

Did Techno get his hands on some? It seemed like the only logical answer, because right now, nothing else fit the situation.

Phil sat up. He could feel his joints creak as he moved his body into a sitting position. His arms felt exhausted. When he looked at them, a strange feeling overtook.

Silky black feathers rubbed against each other like waves. The soft light reflected off them, giving them a glow-like look. They could be mistaken for scales with how well they moved together.

Phil gasped, the pounding in his head becoming prominent. The image of a bird's wing flickered, but it was gone as soon as he locked onto it.

"What was that?" Phil's voice was weak and tough. It sounded like he had eaten sand paper the night before.

A painful screech travelled over the forest, reaching the plains. Birds jumped out of the trees in flocks, flying away from the direction of the inhuman sound.

There it was again, another weird display covering his vision for a short second. This one lasted a little longer, giving him time to see the canopy of trees beneath this image's view. He could make out a clearing—the one he was in now, actually—and the sound of flapping in the background.

"What the fuck?" Phil breathed out. There was so much confusion swirling in his mind. All about the two flashes that had smashed into him just a moment ago.

Why did he have these? Just how drunk did he get?

Phil decided to try and get his mind off of it. He needed to get back home to ask Techno what happened. He would worry about this occurance later.

Phil stood up without much grace. He stayed still, looking at the trees again. This place seemed oddly familiar, especially with the black feathers spread out across the snow.

Speaking of snow, half of the area had snow that was jumbled around, instead of it being flat. There were footprints everywhere, as well as large imprints in the ground. Some of the snow had been thrown around so much that there was dirt mixed into it. It reeked of a disturbance recently happening.

But the question was, what caused this disturbance?

The moonlight looked down on his drastically changing body, unjudging. An angel watched as the man struggled against himself, alone, in pain.

Phil stepped past the scene and to the edge of the clearing, where the footprints lead from within the woods. There were less feathers now, only a few small ones sticking out of the ground here and there.