There has always been the issue of whether heaven was even real, if angels or even demons existed. There were those who have claimed to catch glimpse of them through traumatic and life threatening experiences.

I personally did not believe in such nonsense, if that were true then wouldn't I have a guardian angel?

Arthur stared out the window as a warm cup of tea was held between his two hands as a way to warm up against the coldness. The only light on was a lamp beside him. Sitting on a plush couch to merely stare out at the fall and splatter of raindrops against the window pane. Though he lived alone he truly wasn't.

Ever since he was young at some point he somehow had been able to see things that normal people couldn't, unsure of what the cause was or perhaps he wasn't fully aware of it until a certain point was unknown. All he knew was that it made him feel alone in the world.

He had seen many wonderful and some terrifying creature that no one else could see, they were his friends and were always ready to play and chat with him. His parents believe he would grow out of it but he never did. He loved to read any sort of books involving mythical beings and of other things. This lead to only a lot of bullying from not only classmates but his own siblings.

Thus he only drifted farther and became antisocial along with having grown with a bit of a short temper.

He never really did ask for much and was a very good student with acing all his tests and classes. Yet there was a certain fear from ridicule as well as the ever abuse from older students, the notes, the wads of gum or paper.

He could see so many things but he had never seen an angel before. Arthur had once hoped and hoped that through the pain and suffering that some sort of powerful force would rescue him but none came and soon any belief of such things disappeared.

Arthur was now a grown adult at 22, an editor for a few small author's that had heard about him here and there, it gave him the money for his own cozy home and to live fitfully. It was so much easier to interact with a person with typed words and not having to show fake emotions to appear pleasant.

Arthur enjoyed the few magical friends he had and was always satisfied with a good cup of tea and book but there was always that empty feeling of loneliness inside that he could never quite push away. Even if he could it would never be for long.

"It's raining pretty hard out there.."

"I hope your flowers will be alright Arthur, it would be sad to see them get destroyed."

"Maybe a nice book would help make the time pass since you don't have work!"

Around him there were a few fairies fluttering around the area. They seemed attracted to the small garden he had which was on the other side of the window. He had a small yard but it was full of flowers and color, Arthur prided himself on how full it was and how well cared for he had them.

"I'm sure the garden will be alright. It could use the rainwater, as for that book I believe I'm comfortable how I am now. I will only lose the warmth I have already, let's just enjoy the peace and sound of the rain hmm?"

He was content at the moment and taking another sip of tea.

The peace didn't last long enough as he suddenly choked and nearly dropped the beverage at the sound of a large thud hitting the roof hard, followed by by a dragging noise and soon was started by a blur of feathers that dropped in front of his window and what he would assume would be on his bushes as well.

"Oh, that didn't sound too good."

"What was that it looked like a big bird."

"Do you think it's okay? What should we do?"

Arthur set his drink aside and stood up rushing to put on his shoes and coat, "don't fret loves, I'll have a look and hopefully the poor creature is alright." he hurried on outside, bracing for the cold waters and for what he could find among his bushes.

Author's Note: This is merely an idea that I had written down long ago and became this, tell me if I should continue and any errors I have. I am still working on my other story Camp Laguna so for those reading that one just hold out a bit more.

Any Italicization is the fairies.