The little angel ran back to the edge of the forest to meet his parents.
They were still waiting patiently for him.
Smiling when they saw their little angel running over.
"Father, Mother, can I stay here a little longer? There is someone who is injured in there, and I want to accompany him."
The sweet angel asked permission from his parents with his round, sparkling eyes.
"Someone? He's hurt?"
The father asked.
"Yes. There was a black-winged angel. His body and wings were covered in wounds. He looked so sad and fragile. I wanted to accompany him."
"Black-winged angel? But... there are no black-winged angels, my son. There are only devils who have black wings."
The mother is worried about her child.
"No, father, mother. He's not a devil. I'm sure he's an angel. That's why I want to help him so he can get out of this dark forest and fly again."
The little angel's parents looked at each other.
They were worried, but they were confident with their son's abilities.
If what his son said was true, then perhaps one soul would be saved.
"Okay. Go home before dark. And come back to him tomorrow. If you need help, say so."
The father allowed his son to stay longer in the thorn forest.
The little winged angel ran back into the forest to meet the injured creature.
The black-winged creature was surprised to see the beautiful angel returning to see him.
He thought that the little angel would not come back after seeing his face and ran out of the forest.
He didn't expect that sweet angel to come back and accompany him in this dark forest.
The little angel didn't ask much.
He just sat with the black winged creature.
Sometimes he plays alone with the rocks nearby.
He also likes to tell stories.
Well, even though the creature didn't respond to what he said, he was happy to tell him anything.
Once in a while he would stroke the injured black wings again while humming,
"Get well soon, beautiful wings...
grow, grow and keep blooming...
fly high... I'll keep waiting..."
Then he will go back to playing by himself.
When dusk comes the little angel returns home to his parents.
And when the sun greets, the beautiful angel will come back to the dark forest to meet the black-winged creature.
Day after day, the little angel kept coming to the thorn forest.
Sometimes he brings fruit or delicious food made by his mother.
He gave it to the creatures in the forest.
But unfortunately, he didn't eat any of these foods.
In the end, all the food and fruits will be eaten by the little angel himself while accompanying the wounded creature.
The white-winged angel loved to sing.
His beautiful voice makes the thorny forest less scary.
His voice was like a light that shone bright and warmly.
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Slowly the creature's heart warmed hearing the little angel's singing.
His heart began to melt and was drawn to the sweet lovely angel.
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