Anemone

There was an endless roll of thunder before the skies lit up with a divine light. The clump of mad clouds divided... and then there was him. Falling like a tear of meteorite. Like Icarus when he plunged into his death. Only this is not his end. A deafening explosion blared as he crashed! The trees of the forrest swayed and fell, and the ground shook. Every nocturnal being ran away to a safer place where they could view the whole dishevelment. The skies concealed the thunders and held back its lightnings. At one moment there, everything was still. The debris settled. It uncovered a great hole on the ground, reaching a number of kilometers, on its center... a figure of a being lying on his stomach. Unmoving. Barely alive but far from death's claws. A rough groan escaped from his lips before he stirred. The forest creatures leaned more with curiosity. The moon shed light as they watch him lift up his marble-white hands. He pulled on the sand around him, fisting the mixed grains, twigs and red blood. He breathed in dust and lifted himself up. It sent an excruciating pain all over his body, especially on his back. He felt his cracked bones. How badly he was bruised and scarred. How every part of him was extremely beaten and hurting. But he kept pushing. Gasping and groaning, until he’s on his feet. He limped up the hole with a tinge of grace left obvious on his physique. His lean body was the type seen on sculptures of men of the ideal beauty. He is beautiful. But filthy. He looked around. The blank on this stranger's face was unreadable, as he looked at the debacle he caused all around him. The heart of the forest was a mishap! He took down with him a hundred of evergreen trees, and with the impact, threw most of them at a distance. The ice-cold wind blew from behind him. He straightened his bearing against it, only to feel again the flaring pain that was numbed for a moment. It was so agonizing that he fell back down to his knees, screaming. "f**k!" He clutched his left shoulder, gritting his teeth hard. He let the pain make itself known for what seemed to be a minute. And then it subsided. He stretched his hand and reached out to the wound on his left shoulder blade. It was an open s***h that ran from his left upper until lower back. As his fingertips touched the slit, the searing hurt arose! He took his hand back, and looked to see his fingers covered with blood. Pungent. Vile. He tried reach his other shoulder upon which was something. It looker like a feathered cloak. The feathers flowed sacredly in rows, and each feather appeared to glow faintly with divine white fire. The last proof of his divinity. A reminder. A sentence to his fate. He took his hand back fisted to a ball. For a time he was staring down the ground, clenching his jaw. And then he raised his eyes to the heavens. The skies seemed to grow even darker above him. The thunders and lightnings are back, angrier than before. He felt a cold drop on his cheeks. And then another. And one more. Until his surrounding is fogged with the requiem of the rain. The water cascaded from his exquisitely molded face, the sharp jaws, down to his chisled body. Washing some dirt off his ebony hair, and biting cold on his skin — one of the sensations he was unable to feel before. He stood back up, now with steadiness. As if nothing hurt. There was a brave rebellion and determination that danced across his silver eyes. As he walked across the clearing and the rain, and into the shade of the trees, there was an untold whisper he's hiding beneath his tongue. Scratching the inside of his mouth behind the pursed lips. An epiphany he had to live with from now on, until he’s finished what he came here for... ... he’s half fallen. *** anemone - a flower translating to the words goodbye and/or forsaken. note: hi! i will be updating faster (a few chapter ahead) under my w*****d account @faryalcode. check 'em out! this story will be written in Tagalog-English.