Free Fall

The whistling wind pierced through my eardrums. I smiled as I welcomed it. Feathery white wings, the color of snow and purity, were firmly pressed against my back as I continued my descent. I could see each feather drift from them and float in the air as I fell further and further away. Under normal circumstances I would be utterly frightened, calling out for someone, anyone, to come to my rescue. But there was no fear; there was no apprehension present anywhere. There was only acceptance and calming bliss. I was happy.

"Open your wings!"

The voice rang through the air, panic laced completely around it. Green eyes had captured my gaze, begging me to comply and do as he asked. He was desperately reaching out to me, his own white wings propelling him to move faster. Golden locks along with his white toga attire tousled against the wind.

"Please!" he called once more, British accent coiled around the single syllable. "Just open your wings!"

Arthur…? Why are you helping me? There were many questions that had died on my lips, that one being among them. This was my own decision. I chose to fall instead of fly. I didn't ask for any help. So why? I searched his panicked orbs for some sort of answer.

"Just trust me!" he pleaded. "Everything will be alright. Please, have faith in me!"

I felt my wings twitch ever so slightly. Do I even bother trying to reach out to this fellow angel who was risking his very life just to save mine? Was it even worth the trouble? Deny and plummet, or accept and soar?

He was beginning to reach his limits, I could tell. I had wanted to continue falling, but something else was urging me to confide in this person, coaxing me to take his hand. I could feel my arm gently trembling as I hesitantly reached out. Will you really help me? A firm grasp of my hand and wrist became my response and I was suddenly pulled towards him. Soon, our speed began to dwindle as the flapping of Arthur's wings brought us gently down to the lush grass below. Just how long have I been falling? Was I really that close to…?

"Are you alright?" he asked, voice calm and strangely soothing. All I could do was nod. Just a few seconds ago I was descending to my potential demise, and the next thing I realized I was being plucked out of the air and being replaced back onto the ground. Hands on my shoulders, he gently pushes me to arm's length. I can feel his gaze burning into my small form.

"Now, would you care to tell me just what exactly were you thinking? That was dangerous and not to mention utterly foolish! You were lucky that I had been able to come save you and…"

Great. He's giving me a lecture now. But, can you really blame him? I practically almost gave the poor guy a heart attack thanks to my little stunt. An apology was trapped in my throat but I swallowed it down. He didn't need to hear any excuses or petty apologies. It didn't matter. None of it did. Before I could register any of my actions I latched on to the angel, enveloping him in a firm embrace.

Thank you, Arthur.

Perhaps I will take to the skies again.

*Inspired by a dream I had a while ago. Unfortunately, there was no Britannia Angel in it. The unknown protagonist was intentional so feel free to interpret whoever you wish. I hope you enjoyed this quick read and I apologize for it being so stupidly short. orz

**For those wondering, Arthur is England's human name. He does have an angel form which is shown in the webcomic.