Heaven Bound

The Fallen. The Chosen. Protectors. Guardian Angels. Call us what you will, but we all go by one name: The Heavenbound.

Wind. When Donnivan fell, all he could hear was wind. The sound tearing away at his eardrums as he began his descent to Earth. His time in Heaven has come to a drastic halt and he has no memory of how or why.

Pain. All he could feel was the pain of his wings tearing themselves from his back. The feathers floating beside him and landing silently as he hit the ground with brutal force, causing everything to go black.

When he woke, The Whispers began to pry into his head, trying to break away what little hope he had left, wanting to leave nothing but a lifeless shell, but he had to fight, he had to find answers, and he had to get back. He would not let darkness win, for within all darkness there is light; he just had to find his again.