Fallen Angel
A tale of virtues, love, and sacrifice.
By Lord Spectre
Prologue
"My lord, perhaps this punishment is too harsh. I suggest that you give him another chance. He is still young, after all."
"No, Gabriel, we cannot forgive him for what he has done. He no longer deserves the title angel. Banish him to the earth; he shall live as a mortal for the rest of his life. May he never set foot in the sky again."
"At once, my lord."
May 12, 1993
"Robert, slow down! You're going to get us killed driving this fast in the rain!"
"Darling, can't you see we're running late for the appointment? Dr. Keith has too many patients to wait long for us to arrive."
Raindrop after raindrop pounded the long deserted road Robert was driving down. This weather was uncommon in the British countryside. Robert's wife, Kari, warned Robert that terrible things may happen if he was not more cautious.
"We're almost there...DAMN!" A tremendous bolt of lightning struck the ground before the speeding car, popped its front tires and melted the front bumper. Robert, his heart pounding with fear, hit the emergency breaks and skid the car across the slick asphalt. The car slammed into and came to rest at the wall of a deserted barn.
"What the devil was that? My car is ruined!" Robert ejaculated angrily. "How in the blazes are we going to get to Dr. Keith's now!"
"Robert..." replied Kari in a trembling voice. "Forget about the appointment...look where the lightning struck...this is a tantamount of God himself!"
Robert reluctantly turned his head in the direction of the lightning strike. Before him lay an amazing sight.
A boy, no older than the age of 7, stood before him. His hair was a sheen of the most brilliant white; his skin, fair and tanned. If he had any clothes before, the lightning had stripped them off. A gash ran along his left cheek, caused by the near collision from Robert's car.
"What...who are you?" Robert squeaked, unaware of the fact there was no way the boy could hear him. The boy gave him a deep and longing stare...a stare of despair, need, and pleading, and collapsed in a heap on the singed gravel.
"Kari, is your cellphone working? Call the authorities. They have some serious investigating to do."