FALLEN
Prologue
"You've interfered for the last time Killian." The voice warned ominously.
"If I hadn't he would have died!" Killian pleaded with his maker.
"That's not up to you to decide if someone lives or dies." The voice said firmly.
"He had a family!" He argued with the voice sincerely.
"Enough!" The voice roared instantly silencing the guilty party.
"You are one of the most trusted in my council but you continually test my authority." The voice said earnestly.
"Never." Killian denied with a firm shake of his head, horrified by the accusation. "I would never."
"Wither you meant to or not what's done is done and prices must be paid." The voice decreed.
Killian bowed his head in disgrace, the dishonor of his actions more than he could bare.
"Killian, you are hereby stripped of your wings and immortality, and sentenced to live as a human until the time when you can truly understand what it means to be human." The voice dulled out his punishment with dignity and grace.
Killian listened intently, his face falling in both shock and horror. "Please Father!" He pleaded fruitlessly with his maker as he fell to his knees in genuine repentance. "I did not mean to. I would never defy you!"
"The decision has already been made my son." The voice shook his head, disappointed.
The world he knew went pitch dark, wind striking him in every which direction and shaking him like a limp doll. He couldn't even hear his own perilous screams as he free fell toward the unknown. Second by second his thoughts and memories were stripped from him, his wings torn ruthlessly from their perch on his back. The once golden aura around him dimmed as he plunged through the clouds, no end in sight and no measure of time to mark the hours.
Then finally there was nothing.