Then, something which widened his eyes. In the sky, wreathed in lightning, it fell like a stone into his fields and upon impact flared like the sun so that the small valley was lit up as if noon. Pulling on a coat, and grabbing a lantern, the farmer stumbled out of his cabin towards the now extinguished object. Through the splotches of red before his eyes he made out something, barely moving in a smoldering crater of earth. Still half blind, he made his way down the crater, through a cloud of soft white feathers, to examine the figure before him.

Later, in the cabin, he ventured, through his awe, to ask the question which had been on his lips since the first. Eyes dull, the reply was barely audible.

"Forsaken, cast down"