Plan

Godric felt like his head was going to explode. What happened to him? He did not know. He felt this stabbing pain, saw the dark aura that had wrapped itself around his body. He opened his eyes in shock, and began to tremble. There were images in front of his eyes that he had never seen before. It was like a movie he couldn't remember. "The ... shame ..." he whispered and couldn't close his mouth in shock. He stood paralyzed while every single image burned itself deeply. Godric never knew exactly what shame he had put on himself, but all this time he had felt a sin. A sin he couldn't explain. The dark wing was the last evidence that Godric didn't want to see it. Even as a child, Godric wanted to have wings like an angel. To be free and to see the world from above, to feel the light of God. But something in him had kept telling him he was not worthy. No matter what Godric had done, how many souls he saved, how many believers he had put on the right path. That dirty feeling was never g