"Papa, papa, tell me that story again!"
His words reverberated into my ears like always. His excitement was blatantly noticeable.
"Ok, ok, just hurry up to bed already," I replied casually.
As I put my son to bed and covered him in his blanket, I prepared myself for a very long night.
"I'll tell you that story again, but you have to promise me you'll go to sleep afterward, promise?"
"Promise!" he yelled out.
"Good, now lay down and don't be so noisy or you'll wake your sister up."
"Oops, sorry..." he whispered, covering his mouth.
We always had to be careful not to wake her up. Unlike my son, my daughter had already grown sick of listening to the same story night after night and preferred getting proper rest. (Understandably so)
"Hmm..., how should I start it this time?" I contemplated while looking up.
"Nah who cares, let's do it the old-fashioned way."
"Once upon a time, there was this young boy who ran away from a seemingly perfect life."
"He ran aimlessly across long-forgotten lands."
"Eventually, he found himself climbing to the top of a mountain with a cave hidden beneath the trees."
"Driven by curiosity, the boy peeked inside the cave and found a giant hole quietly resting in the center."
"Eager to know where it led, the boy slowly walked closer to it."
"It happened then."
"Before he got close enough to see the bottom, the boy tripped on a growing root and fell straight into the hole."
"That was the moment everything began."
"This is the story of a young boy who accidentally fell to the bottom of a mountain and found a magical new world upon his fall."
"This is the story of a fallen angel."
***
All falls must eventually come to an end.
And this one was no exception.
The soon-to-be corpse of the young boy precipitated to the bottom of the crater without hesitation.
The moment it made contact with the ground, the impact generated a roaring boom that violently shook the surrounding area to its core.
It was all over.
...
However, it wasn't.
By sheer miracle, the young boy landed on a bed of golden flowers that grew at the center of the pit.
They must've softened the fall.
Sure, he may have banged his head pretty damn hard against the floor and most of his bones are sure to be broken, but thanks to those flowers he managed to survive.
The young boy silently laid on the flowers unsure whether he was still alive or not.
Rays of sunshine shone from above.
The brightness of the light stung the boy's eyes, prompting him to move again.
The young boy grabbed onto the flowers with his hand and tried as hard as he could to get up.
His attempt was futile, however.
His body plopped right back down as if no attempt was ever made.
Eventually though, by clenching the ground with both hands, the boy used what little strength he had left to rise and get on all fours.
YOU ARE READING
Fallen Angel
AdventureA father tells his son his usual bedtime story. A young boy who ran away from a perfect life accidentally fell into a mountain and found a magical new world upon his fall. How will he adapt to his new home? This is the story of a fallen angel.
