Fallen From Above
Summary: AU, In the town of Amity, stories of winged beings are passed down from generation to generation. One stormy night, Sam manson finds a wounded creature that strongly resembles what she has only heard of in myths, an angel. After nursing the winged mystery to health with her friend Tucker Foley, the angel reveals himself to be 'Prince' Daniel, but who is this powerful prince and why is he being pursued by these strange characters?
Chapter 1: Broken
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Danny Phantom, just the Fanfic
The wind howled and the rain fell to the ground in heavy torrents. Lightning flashed and thunder shook the cloudy gray sky.
A young goth girl around the age of fifteen walked slowly and dejectively by the shore of the ocean, occasionaly kicking up sand with her black combat boots.
The girl had shoulder-legnth black hair that was completely drenched by the rain, and her eyes were a rare violet colour. She was wearing purple leggings with a short knee-length black skirt and a black rain coat. Her name was Samantha Manson, but she preffered to go by Sam.
It was common knowledge in the town that Sam and her parents didn't get along... at ALL.
Today, Sam had become so fed up with her parents that she had stormed out of the house and came to Amity Beach to cool down. The young goth didn't mind the rain and clouds, in fact, she thought it was better than having to face the blinding sunlight.
As the distraught and angry girl strolled along the shore-line, she noticed something black laying on the ground a few feet from where she was standing, when she walked over for a closer look, she realized that the black thing she had seen was a wing! The wing was HUGE! Bigger than any bird's wing Sam had ever seen in her life, the bird it belonged to must be a GIANT! She quickly came even closer and realized that wing was not attached to a bird like she thought, but a person!
He was a handsome young man lying on his back on the sand, looking like he had just washed onto the shore. His body was muscular, but not ripped, he was a kind of lean muscular, and he looked like he hadn't eaten anything in days. His hair was a snowy white, (with black eyebrows) though his face was young. The hair was a bit messy, was long in the front and it hung slightly over his face. He seemed to be around Sam's age, fifteen or sixteen. He was wearing a pair of torn blue jeans, he was shirtless, and a pair of silver circular bracelets adorned each of his wrists. His wings were midnight black, but if you looked closely, you could see that every single feather was tipped with white at the bottom. Every feather was perfectly arranged, like a work of art, the wings seemed to grow out of the boys shoulder blades.
The rain beat upon the angels face, the droplets falling down his angelic face, giving the illsuion that he was crying.
Sam just stared for a while, she had heard legends from her grandma about these creatures, but she had never actually believed that they were real! But here was proof, laying right at her feet, a genuine angel.
The Legends told that the angels used to roam the sky, helping the pure in heart and granting blessings to those in need with their magic. But it could not last forever, the angels were hunted down, killed for their feathers, till only a few were left. The remaining angels stayed hidden, they became quiet and timid creatures, never venturing close to populated areas. But a few of the last angels became bitter to the humans, and caused misfortune to any human that they came in contact with. According to the legend, the remnants of the angel race fought a terrible war over whether the humans were to be spared or not, the war took place right in Amity Park. The good angels won, but at a terrible cost, only ten angels survived the bloody battles, five good angels, and five bad. The evil angels fled to the mountains, and two of the good angels sacrificed their magic to repair the damage to the Earth done by the war. The rest of the good angels went into hiding.
If the legend was real, then this angel was most likely a 'evil angel', since there was only three 'good angels' left and five 'evil angels' after the war.
Taking another cautious step towards the winged boy, Sam looked at him for signs of life. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw his chest rise, but just barely, his breathing was very shallow.
Sam took out her Iphone covered in bat stickers and called her friend's Tucker cell. After hearing it ring a few times, Tucker answered.
"Hello?" came Tucker's voice from the phone.
"Um... Tucker? Can you come to the Beach for a second... I think you ought to see this."
"Sam! You can't be serious! This storm is the worst storm Amity Park has had in twenty years! I can't leave the house!" Tucker yelled horrified.
"Just get your butt over here!" snapped Sam before ending the call.
After a fifteen minutes of waiting in the rain, Sam saw Tucker running towards her with his hands holding up his rain coat's hood.
Tucker was an african american boy with hazel eyes and black glasses. He was wearing his usual green cargo pants and a dark green raincoat over his longsleeved plain yellow shirt.
"Brrr...Okay, you got me out here, Sam, Now what was it you wanted to show me?" said Tucker shivering as soon as he was by Sam's side.
Sam simply pointed to the young angel lying on the ground.
Tucker followed Sam's finger and gasped loudly when he saw the unconcious winged boy.
For a moment, nobody spoke, but finally Tucker broke the silence.
"The Legends are real? I thought they were just myths!"
Sam nodded in agreement.
"...I think we should help him, can we take him to your house?" asked Sam.
Tucker's mouth hung open and he shook his head vigorously.
"Sam! Are. You. CRAZY! That things could be are dangerous! I do NOT want it at my house!"
"Please Tucker?" pleaded Sam. "He won't even be in your house, just in the shed. I can't keep him at my house with all the servants walking around, someone would be BOUND to notice him!"
After a fair bit of pleading and arguing, Tucker finally agreed to house the angel in his shed, but on the one condition that Sam would take the blame if they were ever discovered.
The two friends each took one of the angel's elbows and began to drag him towards Amity...
It had been very difficult to get the angel into Tucker's shed without anyone noticing, especially since the angels' wings made it harder to drag him, but eventually Sam and Tucker had managed it.
Tucker had gotten a pillow, blanket, towel, and a first aid kit from his house. Sam had propped the young angel's head up and onto the pillow, and she and Tucker had cleaned the angel's large wings of sand with the towel. After examining the angel for injuries, Tucker had noticed that the angel had few cuts on his chest, so he and Sam and cleaned the wounds with the first aid kit.
After watching the winged boy for a few hours, Sam had finally been forced to leave and return to her house (though she HATED the thought of facing her parents again after their 'little' spat) since it was almost midnight. Tucker had assured Sam that he would watch over the angel and that he would call her if the angel showed any sign of waking.
As she walked back to her house, Sam suddenly remembered a part of the Legend that she had forgotten. "It is said that those who befriend an angel are blessed greatly... but at a terrible risk..."
Author's Note:
So, tell me if you like this and if I should continue! It was just an idea that popped into my head, but it kept attacking so I decided to write it down (darn those plot bunnies, They NEVER leave me alone!)
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