Narcholim - A Supernatural (CW) Story

Fallen

There they were, imprinted on the forest floor like a tattoo: my wings. I had fallen from heaven. Choking back a sob, I leaned down to stroke the ashes; they were all that was left of what I once was. It was no wonder I wasn't healing, no doubt the angels had taken most - if not all - of my grace before casting me out, not to mention the bits I lost in the landing.

I didn't remember much from before falling...just that the falling took forever. It seemed for awhile that falling was all I knew. The constant writhing through the air like a caterpillar not yet ready to come out of its cocoon, the feeling of heavy weightlessness, the fear. But what I did remember was jumbled and fuzzy; laughter rang through my head, several disgusted expressions, pain, then falling.

I looked away from my wings, unable to stare at them any longer, and turned to the dark trees. What do humans do when they're injured? I racked my brain; surely I'd heard something about humans in emergencies before. Hotspintals! I mentally exclaimed, I must find a hotspintal as soon as possible. With that, I began my journey blindly through the dark woods in hope to find a hotspintal somewhere around. After several hours, I found myself at a strip of black pavement that ran on for miles and miles - which, after much concentration, I determined was called a "road" - and walked along it, since it was the only definite direction I had. During my walk, one of the vehicles that moved along this road pulled aside to me and a woman asked if she could help me with anything. I told her I needed to find a hotspintal; she didn't understand and drove away.

Not long after, a man in a vehicle pulled over and asked the same question; I gave him the same response and he shook his head at me. "Hotspintal?" he said, looking confused.

I nodded. "My arm is injured, sir. I've just had quite the fall, and I need to find a hotspintal in order to get it fixed."

"Ah!" a sort of realization graced his weathered features. "A hospital! Get in, there's one not 10 miles from here."

 "Thank you sir." I replied, walking up to him. "How...um...how might I get in?" I asked.

The man looked at me strangely and replied, "Just pull the handle there." I pulled on the tiny lever of the vehicle's door and it popped open to allow me inside. I thanked the man again and pulled the door to; he drove me into a place with many lights and many buildings, and stopped at the brightest lit building of them all. "Here," the man said. "I'll come in with you." he got out and walked around the vehicle and opened the door to let me out.

We walked in together; everything was blinding white. It reminded me of heaven, however I could certainly feel the lack of angel grace permeating the air. As I looked around curiously, I heard the man talking to a woman behind a very large desk and I could feel him gesturing toward me every now and again; I felt the woman glancing at me as well. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was very new. "Come on." I heard the gentle voice of the man behind me and turned to follow him.  

"Agh!" I cried out as a woman dressed in a white tunic cracked my arm bone.

"It'll be at least two months before this one will be moving again."

"Two months?!" I gasped.

"That's a bad one, miss..?"

"Kiora." I uttered through gritted teeth. I'd never felt anything like this that I could remember. How could humans do this all the time? It was one thing to have pain that you knew would cease in an hour's time, but to have pain like this that you weren't sure would cease after even a month's time?? I already respected humans much more than I had before. 

"Well Kiora," the woman replied as she wrapped my arm in a white cloth. "This cast will have to stay on for at least two months before you heal up. What did you say happened?"

"I fell from Heaven." I replied gravely.

"I...see." the woman said. "Do you have anyone you'd like me to call? To pick you up?"

"I have no one here." I replied. The words resonated inside my head once they came out. I had no one. No one knew me down here on earth; I was a stranger in a world where I didn't belong, and I was scared. I looked up into the woman's eyes; she looked sad. Why would she be sad? I'm sure she has a family somewhere that she can go home to. What would being sad for me do for her?

I truly didn't understand humanity. I was an angel, and my entire existence came about to protect it, and I'd never even witnessed it. What's the purpose of me?

"I'll be alright." I said to her. "I always am."

She watched me sadly as I walked out the door after thanking her and the man who had brought me and taken care of the transactions. 

Their names were Kenneth Vrish and Rebecca Musgrave.