Free World Story: Storms and Angels

Readying himself to return to the warmth of his home he suddenly found his eyes drawn to a small movement in the grass. His curiosity peeked, he wonders forward seeing a small ball of fur, shaking in pain and panic. He knelt down his heart beating loud enough to be heard over the storm and finally made out the small bird. It's left wing damaged, likely from birth it had seemingly been left behind. A quick look around showed the empty eggshells that confirmed this. 

Seven reached down, wrapping his hands underneath it and lifting it up. "It's okay little one. You are not alone now" he whispered. The storm was growing closer, and if Seven took the young creature in it would never find its family. He wouldn't let that happen.

Reaching to his pocket he took a small knife and cut his thumb. His blood trickled out, with Seven pressing it to the wound on the birds wing. "Easy little one, it'll all be over soon". The brief panic of the birds confusion was suddenly negated by its growing strength as its wing began to heal, indeed it grew stronger than ever as Sevens blood healed it. With the storm approaching, creeping ever closer, Seven lifted the beautiful creature towards the fence surrounding the estate.

Above him in the heavens a flock circled waiting to fly away "go my little friend, it's okay now. The storm can never hurt you. Your free to fly the sky's and never know pain". He lifted his hands and let the small angel fly into the sky, joining its family far above him. 

(In loving memory of little Molly. RIP angel, the storms can't harm you anymore).