One there lived a town of angel, each one born with their own beautiful pair of wings. However, one of them was different, this angel had wings of gold, each of her feathers were long, fragile, and the light shinned on them as bright as the star in the night sky. Out of admiration, many of the other angel would attack her and rip the wings off her back leaving empty spots and scars where the feathers once were. Although blood would run from these freshly made wounds for a moment and the angle would sear in pain, the others didn’t care for they were too consumed by their own greed and envy. She did fight back but she was only ever able to hold a few of them back at a time.
The poor angel longed for a peace and joy in her life that she feared she may never find. She found herself living for those rare occasions when she could sneak off, slowly flying through the sky’s looking out all places that she could fly to and never return. Most of her years were spent dreaming of leaving but despite her circumstance fear of the unknown kept her from leaving the only home she ever knew. One day after her dreams where haunted by all the bad days, and the countless faces of those who caused her pain and made her bleed. The next morning when the sun rose the angel quickly packed her thinks and hurried to leave her home forever.
With her wings spread wide, the angel jumped as high as she could and see slowly began to fly into the sky. For a few sweet tender moments, the angel began to fell freedom rain, and all her nightmare were coming to an end. The next moment, she felt a large metal chain rape around her neck, choke her and drag her down. She struggled as hard as she could, but four more chains surrounded her, and she becomes overwhelmed. Seconds later she is on the ground and bound down, unable to move.
Her back crushed by the weight of two different people holding her back, a third holding her legs and the fourth one with a sharp rope and proceeded to slice the golden wings clean off the angels back. Everything went black and this poor angel, would become another story of an innocent life shattered over mans twisted greed. While she was left on the ground broken and bleeding, she wasn’t dead, instead she was changed. The angels’ dreams of peace quickly turned into dreams of vengeance and blood-soaked fury. With tears in her eyes and unimaginable pain in her back and arms the angel made her way into an unknown land.
The angel was beaten down, angry, and full of stinging tears. After wondering around for several hours, the angels body gave way and there she fell the ground once more. This time, she had no fight or will power left, so she laid there waiting to die. Suddenly, a shadow came over her, it was a man with eyes white as snow and hair of wool. The man took the broken angel in his and brought her to his home to treat her wounds.
Several days have passed and the angel still finds herself with thoughts of revenge, but she knew she could never return to her home the same way she was before, so asked her hero for his aid once more. “Why do you seek revenge?”, the man asked. The angel sat across from the man and proceed to tell her story. The man was so enraged and hurt for the angel’s pain that he agreed not only to teach her to fight but to give her new wings. The angel was lost by what the man said and stated, “You can’t make me new wings. Once they are cut off, there is no getting them back.”
The man smiled at her saying, “You have so much to learn little one.” From that day on, the man would work teaching the girl fighting skills and how to work on land by day and forging her wings by night. This would go on for almost a year until the girl became fierce enough to take on army alone. On that day, the man ushered her inside his workshop. As the man unveiled the gift to her, the angel stood still with anticipation and curiosity for what was to come next. She didn’t think this was possible.
New wings of silver and steal. Each feather made of blades and were as sharp as the ones she had been training with. These would not only help her fly but serve as her tools for justice. It was a painful process of attacking them to her back as well as learning to control them, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle. When the time came for her to return to the sky, angle swore to the man that she would return his kindness and love someday. For it was with him that she would give her last act of kindness she would ever show.
The broken angel slammed onto the ground to the place she once called home, and her mind became filled with the memories and faces of everyone who caused her pain. All of them would soon pay.