
Miles Fisher
Miles opened his golden eyes with a small whimper. The angel had fallen so far... He stood up, but his knee's clicked and fell to the ground again. His wings were pure white - But the tips of his feathers were gold... He was beautiful. But his wings were bent and his face was covered in mud. It was storming and the angel was dizzy...
Miles opened his golden eyes with a small whimper. The angel had fallen so far... He stood up, but his knee's clicked and fell to the ground again. His wings were pure white - But the tips of his feathers were gold... He was beautiful. But his wings were bent and his face was covered in mud. It was storming and the angel was dizzy...

