Ok you know what. Memory dump. Check these out n see if they mean anything to you. Also fair warning I am a bit poetic n it sounds a bit pretentious but I cannot help it sometimes
I was a child when I fell. Or a teenager. I was young.
There was a man who was a caretaker, he hung out with me a lot. He was tall and had dark brown skin and short, kinky black hair. He was very calm and kind. He had gold wings and often wore white.
There is a hill covered in green with little pink flowers. There are two people sitting/kneeling on it, and there is a third, me, flying above it. I am doing loop-the-loops and twisters and tricks, and the other two are looking at me showing off. We are happy.
I am sitting, curled up in a ball and crying, in the corner of a house. The walls are white and there is a brown carpet on the floor. There is a window in one wall, but it has no glass. Outside, it is day and there is sunlight, but all the lights inside are off. There are noises of battle from outdoors.
The street is filled with people. The houses on either side are all made of the same material, in various shades of white, pale blue, pale yellow, and cream. There are bells ringing. There is joy in the air. People are celebrating. We have just defeated our enemies and crushed the revolution, and the enemy soldiers have fallen never to be seen again. There is joy in the air at such a horrible prospect, that those who were once like us are imprisoned in pain.
I am a thief. I do not know what I was stealing, but I know it was of gold. It is night outside, or perhaps the lights are off, but it is dark. I must not get caught, or the same fate awaits me as befell so many before.
My parents are of high standing, and we all have titles. I am the Angel of Crowns. Azrachiel.
I am in danger. Something waits for me in the dark.
