463rd of the 1090, 5th era. My head was spinning a bit already this morning, must've caught a cold. I stayed inside for the past two days, hopefully I'll be able to leave the house tommorrow. So much has happened already, and I saw the fallen ones up close for the first time. They looked so alive, so real yet so alien. It was unsettling, but not because they look like us, and not because they are different, but because they are dead. They should be alive, what could have caused this? Beautiful pristine scales shined like crystals, with two wide bat-like wings and a long, twisting tail. When I first saw them up close I held my breath in awe, I could practically see them gliding and soaring through the sky like birds. It saddened me they would never be able to take flight again. But the most incredible thing about them were their eyes, some had two wheras others had four, five or more...but when you looked into them you could see the pain, feel their emotion, as if you were in the sky, watching everyone else around you. Feeling them. Maybe they really were Angels.
467th of the 1090, 5th era. I got a job today. 5 gold a day, plenty enough for food, rent and maybe even a little left over. But the reason it pays so well is because they're desperate. I'm the only one in town who stepped up. The officials went around and counted all the fatalities from what they're now calling the 'Angels Fall'. 506 dead bodies in town. Estimated 5,000 all around the area. Only 30 survivors. And now I'm the one who has to clean all of them up. I can't help but feel bad for them, falling from the sky like that. Who were they? Were they parents, siblings, family, friends? Was there a dragonet at home crying for their mother who would never return? A husband weeping for their lost spouse? A parent kneeling over the unmoving body of their child? Who are they, where did they come from and WHY?
473rd of the 1090, 5th era. I invented something new today, at work. I was digging up em graves, the townsfolk started calling me 'The Gravedigger' and the children are bloody terrified of me, but I don't care. I need the money. The orphanage was burned down the other day because one of the children there had some strange mutation. Beautiful it really was, flowers and wings all over their sleek black and red pelt, but the people wouldn't listen. Anyways, I found a flat rock and tied it to my digging stick and it worked so much better! I called it a shovel, and asked the blacksmith to make an iron version for me. I think he might of thought that I was insane, but I didn't care.
498th of the 1090, 5th era. Its been a while. I've cleaned almost all of the bodies up, with my shovel and new protective gear. People won't even look at me anymore, and I've been banned from shops just for looking 'too creepy'. It was raining hard today, but at least I was already going to get dirty, so I didn't mind the mud. When I was down collecting the bodies I saw something move, and I couldn't believe my eyes. One of the Fallen, just a baby, had survived. It's wings were mangled and torn and a beautiful light, like some halo of by fireflies surrounded their head. So naturally, I took them under my wing. I rushed the soaking wet baby under my coat and took them home, drying their mottled brown & white fluffy fur by the fire. They didn't make a peep of noise the entire way, just staring up at me with big, blue eyes. Welcome to my life, Bulb.
9th of the 1091, 5th era. I have been looking after Bulb for a while, he's so creative with his little charcol drawings he makes on the canvases I bring home every day, I love seeing what he has made when I come home. I have tried to ask him what happened to the angels, why they fell, but I don't think he knows, and he doesn't like me asking. I've made a hobby of knitting, as I have lots of spare time now that all the bodies are cleared. I'm thinking of moving, though, as people in this town avoid me like the plauge, as if I had been 'corrupted' or 'infected' or whatever. It's hard not to roll my eyes when the priests come to my door ranting on about how I must be cleansed as I have been in contact with the unholy, but I honestly can't care less. As far as I'm concerned, if Bulb is unholy, then I am foul.
Over time I've had to accept the fact that Bulb cannot speak, or if he can, he won't. I'm fine with it though, he makes silly little drawings of me and him, dancing and frollicking about in lush green grass. He's so bright, sometimes literally. I heard of a town out west, over the mountains that accepts dragons like him. We'll be leaving tomorrow.