Standing at the edge of the cloud, the angel stallion stepped back a few feet, scared of falling over.
"You know what has to be done."
"I know...but...how will I get back?", he asked.
"Your passage will be lit through by a godlen bridge. There is nothing to worry about."
"But...Old One, how am I supposed to know what I am to do?"
"You know it well. It is in your heart."
He looked towards the gold light as it shown through the dark clouds one last time before the darkness returned. The wind picked up again and it almost forced the angel of the edge. His blonde hair furled, wavering in the wind like a flag before he called upon his magic to shield himself from the force.
Looking down at the ground far below, he took one last look at the empty world which was the heaven he lived in. All are gone.
With the race of angel dwindling, a time of sin is upon us.
The words rang loudly in his mind and he shed a tear, knowing what must be done. Disguising himself, he used magic to turn his halo invisible before he dove down. Immediately going into free fall, the angel's wings dissipated. His new title as a fallen angel taking it's toll.
It was that which no regular mare or stallion could stand. But this one did. As he neared the ground, the magic which was cast before, took its effect, softenign the ground enough. He survived the impact, but barely. The sound of cracking bones was loud enough to be heard by him, and his lungs ha the air forced out.
Desperately trying to breath the amgicless air, he coughed up remnants of the gaseous magic, letting fresh air fill his lungs, the groudn around him growing wildly, vines creeping from random spots and grass gowing several feet high. As he gasped for air still, his lungs refusing to take in anything, he began to feel weak, and his eyesight began to darken till finally, he blacked out, only half a breath in his lungs.
Waking up, the stallion was
