Dawn could feel the cold from the earth seeping into her body, robbing it of its warm life. Forcing her heavy eyes open, her blurry vision soon cleared as her eyes adjusted to the light outside of her own dark world. Looking straight up into the branches of a cherry blossom tree, the small rays of sunlight flitered through the pink blossoms and danced across the bloodstained grass around her. No longer able to feel the pain of the sword pinning her body to the earth, she was numb to the feeling of the warm ray of sunlight that kissed her tear stained cheek. Watching the tall, green grasses swaying in the gentle breeze around her, something light and soft landed in the palm of her hand. Turning her head slowly to look at her hand, a single cherry blossom petal laid in the middle. As black tinged the edges of her vision, a smile upturned the corners of her soft, pink lips. Keeping her gaze on the single petal in her hand as her vision was soon stolen from her, engulfed in a world of darkness with no sound, scent, or even life. This was to be her death.<br/><br/>In a field that stretched on for miles in every direction, one single tree stood. A cherry blossom tree that was said to have been a gift from god himself. It never withered, never lost its petals, even during the harsh winter when nothing would survive, this one tree did. In all of history, there was only one time that the tree was ever said to have shed all of its beautiful, pink blossoms. The day a fallen angel by the name of Dawn, lost her life protecting the one she loved most in the entire human world. Everyone has their own tales of how it happened, but no one knows the true tale. The one of sacrifice, love, and war, the true story. Well I think its time everyone knew. The tale of how i came to be a fallen angel and all the events that followed thereafter.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Dawn took the two purple ribbons from her amber hair, letting it fall down her shoulders and stick to her wet skin. Rain poured down from the heavy, gray clouds in the sky above and soaked her straight to the bone. Shaking out her wings as best as she could, the ivory colored feathers were too wet to fly with so that meant she was stuck walking. Groaning softly, she looked up at the tall, city buildings wondering why humans wanted these things anyway. They took up a whole lot of space and polluted the air, animals were forced out of their homes by these concrete cities. Her yellow dress clung to her toned body tightly and her wings felt like they had gained ten pounds as they pulled painfully at her shoulder blades.<br/><br/>Humans wouldnâ€™t be able to see her wings, since it wasnâ€™t allowed while angels were in the human world. This was a good thing, because her â€˜clientâ€™ wasnâ€™t a believer in guardian angels. Well technically, now she would be considered a fallen guardian angel. They could kick her out of heaven and refuse her access but they could never take an assignment away from someone. Dawn had done her best in protecting Alan, but there had been certain rules that prevented her from being able to stop him from making bad decisions or protecting him from physical harm or even death. The rules basically stripped away the basic meaning of â€˜guardianâ€™ angel, but Dawn wasnâ€™t allowed to argue unless she was prepared to pay the ultimate consequences for her actions. And well, she hadnâ€™t been until just recently. Dawn had tried her best to keep Alan safe for the past three years, which was when she was assigned to him, but it hadnâ€™t been enough. He had gotten himself into some deep trouble, Dawn had had enough of sitting by and letting all these things happen to him so she decided to do something about it. Since she couldnâ€™t really protect him while she was angel, she decided to become a fallen angel in order to have the freedom to protect him however, she found appropriate.<br/><br/>Dawn sighed heavily as she looked around the alleyway she was in, Alan had come this way but now she couldnâ€™t find him. It was much easier to keep up with him when she could use her wings but the rain had forced her to follow him on foot. Running her fingers against the rough, brick building as she walked along the alleyways, listening and looking for Alan.