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Sarah had been outside feeding the various animals when she heard a faint thud. The sky was just beginning to darken and her curious spirit couldn't resist the call of the sound. She figured that she had enough time to check it out before the sun went completely under the horizon.
She looked to make sure nobody was outside to see her and quickly pattered over to the stables to get her faithful horse, Yams, who had been named by her when she was.... not so good at names.
After quickly putting a saddle and bridle on Yams, Sarah pulled on her riding boots and led him out of the stable and towards the grassy field just outside of her home.

It wasn't a long ride, maybe ten minutes or so, but by the time she got to where she heard the sound the sun had sunk further down the sky. She began looking around and stopped almost immediately; at the edge of the field was a man. He was obviously hurt and Sarah automatically jumped off of her horse and ran over to him, only noticing the ripped and tattered black wings protruding at an unnatrual angle from his back when she got about five feet away from him. Her small hand went up to her mouth as she gasped at the sight.
She cautiously stepped towards the winged man and asked to herself, "Are you an angel...?"
The thought that this was something to be afraid of didn't even touch her mind. This man, or angel, was hurt, and she had to help him. She obviously couldn't carry him, he was enormous, so she called over Yams and lifted him up on the horse's back as gingerly as she could. She was out of breath by the time she got him settled onto Yams's back.

She led the horse on foot back to the farm. The guest house would be where this man would have to stay, her brother and father would have a heart attack if she brought him in their house. After she finally managed to get to the guest house without being seen she took the man down from Yams's back and pulled him inside the door. The house was small, and Sarah didn't have to walk far to get him to the bed that was way too small for him. She layed him down on his stomach so that she could take a look at his broken wings.
She had mended birds' wings before, and this couldn't be much different. She set her jaw and took a look at the bones in the wings underneath the feathers. Both were fractured or cracked in several places.
"Good thing you're unconscious..." she said as she placed her hands on the fractured bones. She winced a bit as the bones' crack sounds filled the room. Once the broken bones were set she got to work on wrapping them with bandages she found in the small bathroom.

When she finally finished wrapping up the man's broken wings she sat down, exauhsted, in the wooden chair next to the bed. After several deep breaths she just stared at the man, amazed and awe-struck.