Merlin x angel! Reader

~ C H A P T E R 1 ~

Before I had been pushed off the islands, the sky had always been a sort of playground to me. When I flew, this heaven I lived in was mine. Ready to be explored and dominated by my curiosity, for I wasn't just admiring the void of clouds. I was a part of it and well....who knew that the absence of my wings could change all of that?

Plummeting through endless wisps and puffs of clouds, and staring at an overwhelming ball of light, the sky wasn't mine to venture anymore. Everything that I claimed for myself in this atmospheric paradise was now swallowing me whole. Falling now is different. Different from soaring. My heart was sinking rather than fluttering. My head was spinning rather than twirling. Before what felt like a cool breeze was now a piercing cold. Warm rays of sun were now a burning heat. And the sun; what I once recognized as a tool- a light to guide my path in the darkness- had, from the beginning, only set out to blind me.

I'm falling the same way I always have, but I didn't think it would be this different without my gift of flight.

Gracefully landing with enormous wings is my strength. The people of my kingdom stare in awe almost every time. I always get a little cocky, so with each and every return back to the kingdom from my flying escapades, I land smooth and effortless. The ultimate symbol of freedom is what my mother told me this island sees me as. It's why I've never failed to see landing as another form of that free spirit of mine.

However this landing wasn't so pleasant. It didn't deliver that rush of relief I felt when my feet slowly met the ground. I didn't get to take my deep breath of fresh air. In fact, I don't even think I was breathing at all. My feet; were most certainly not the first thing to touch the ground. The rest of my body was. And the descent left me unconscious.

Waking up, I have no clue where I am. In a house obviously, but who's house? A house owned by dangerous people? Monsters? A witch, maybe? Goodness, I hope not, Mother told me stories about witches all the time. The very thought of one sends chills down my spine. I've heard her say they do horrible things. Curses, hexes, illusions, even murder. Merciless beings they are. I hope I don't meet one down here.

I shifted and groaned as I tried to stand up. I guess I didn't finish self-healing.

The room I was in would have been dimly lit if it weren't for the me-sized hole in the ceiling. I was sitting on a pile of wooden planks and stone. Dust began to settle on the torn, but otherwise nice, carpet that surrounded me. I looked up again, I didn't do that much damage did I? I feel terrible, what if the owners of this homey cave were good people after all? I have no right to call myself an angel when I've just caused as much destruction as that sickly prince. The burning kingdom flashes through my mind, shaking my head, I stand up straight. I have to fix this.

"I'm no evil prince, you hear me ruble?" I look towards the personified wood and stone, bending down and lightly tapping every piece of debri. Each piece glows a light yellow and softly rumbles, increasingly floating to the height of my extended palm. I take a breath, and exhale. I need to be calm for this, or I could send all this mess through the ceiling instead.

"Don't let the stress of the day deceive you.." I get a feel of how much weight I'm holding. Testing the waters, I bring my other hand level with my right. With a slight thrust of my palms I push the ruble away and back to where it was. Away and back, away and back. I do this until it gradually makes its way to the ceiling. Once in place, I clench my right hand into a fist, sealing the stone and wood into the ceiling. Hopefully it looks the same way it did before I crashed through it. Now, onto the ripped carpet and destroyed furniture-

"WOOOOOAAAAAH AAAAAAAAH-!"

The sounds of a girl screaming greeted my ears while a crash came from outside. Fear bubbled within me. What if it really is a witch? If she finds me in her house she may curse me, or worse, maybe even kill me. I don't know if my gifts were taken when my mother sealed away my wings, but if they were I wouldn't be able to protect myself. I'd be better off with the dragons on the floating islands- I can't be in here, I have to hide! Wait, no, what's wrong with me? Mother would be so sad to see me think like this. There's a possibility that someone is hurt right now... she would want me to help.