The wings of several hundred angels lay in crumpled, bloody heaps around us, darkened by soot and ash. The cries of the Fallen echo throughout the war-torn battlefield in a mournful cacophony of noise.
I stare blankly at my once fiery wings that lay before me, their brilliance dimmed and my shoulders and back burning as blood trickles down my almost bare spine.
The only thing visible before we're cast down to Earth is the archangels and their master staring down their noses at us in disgust.
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The Fallen
Teen FictionI suck a descriptions, so bear with me. 😂 Everyone knows the story of the Fall. The war that caused it. But no one knows what happened after the fact.
