Michael was a fallen.
Now, he is a human hunter as far as anyone looking from the outside can tell.
Every day he wakes at dawn, hunts for prey, and goes into the market at sunset to trade it for coins or rations.
Today though, he could feel from within him that something was going to be different.
He put on the strap of his quiver and filled it with sharpened arrows.
"What are those things?!" a voice, he recognized as one of the townspeople shouted. It had come from the outside.
He then heard a shrill cry followed by the raucous of people shouting and running.
A familiar feeling washed over him,
something that he hadn't expected to feel again.
After the War of the Heavens, he and his comrades had warned the others that the upcoming human war would affect the heavens.
Even then, they dismissed their notions. And cast them out to live in the mortal world.
It seems that the shadows have caught the scent of his residing here. It won't be long before this war took its direction towards the heavens.
Now the real question would be whether he will to aid them despite their betrayal and will his comrades forgive them?
Written by: Ritika