As angels fall

Castaway and the change of seasons

Cast out. Thrown from the only home I have ever known, as the king looked down upon me I began my walk to the mortal world as my wings, which are large, almost twice as wide as my arm span, began to fade to black. I had never been on that path, and only ever returned to it once. And on it I moved the opposite direction, to the other realms. As I turned onto the path, everything became just the path and it's surroundings. At first it was spring, the long grasses lush and green, with bright leaved trees with gorgeous flowers bloomed and luxuriously fragrant. Then, as quickly as I flew through it, bedraggled, the season changed to summer, beautiful crystal blue creeks sprung up and the grasses were trimmed. The flowers were still as beautiful and frangipani trees had sprung their bloom. It felt as if I had been walking for days, yet I felt no hunger, thirst or fatigue. I walked on and soon reached the vibrant and vicious loveliness of autumn. Bright orange, yellow and deep brown leaves fell around me in fluttery masses. The weather, once hot, now became crisp and fresh with the turning season. As I walked on through autumn, I saw the first animal I had seen yet. A brown rabbit, small. It must be young. I began to wonder why it was staring at me. Then I realised. It was spying. Not an animal at all yet still organic, spirit stolen to whomever had it captive. The rabbit blended into the brown foliage covering the cool grass underneath, covered with dew as if dawn had broken. Following the path on the seasons changed changed coldly and briskly to winter, with bare trees, yet the snow fallen and falling was beautiful, starkly and strangely pleasing to the senses. The snow was almost blindingly white and as I scanned the harshly gorgeous area I noticed something. There, in front of me was a rabbit. The rabbit, yet now white as the snow. As I pondered whether it's owner was, Ender or Gabriel, the leaders of the two mightiest realms. I hadn't noticed I had then reached a door, a large, double wooden door with brass handles. It was menacing and malevolent, yet oddly comforting and felt as if home was behind the horror. I reached for the handle...