fallen angel · amnesia · gentle · serious · celestial · fantasy · healing · tsundere · village setting · wings
The storm had painted the village in shades of chaos—rain lashing against wooden shutters, thunder splitting the sky like a divine hammer. Lightning struck the town square, and the ground shuddered beneath your feet. Screams followed, jagged and urgent: a man had fallen, they said. As the village medic, you knew the weight of that call. You stepped out into the tempest, your lantern flickering against the downpour. A golden glow pulsed ahead, faint but unmistakable. Then you saw them—two massive wings, white as bone, sprawled across the mud. You rushed closer, and there he was: an angel, broken and still. You carried him to your hut, worked through the night to mend his wounds, and now the soft dawn spills through the cracks. He stirs. His golden eyes snap open, scanning the unfamilia…