village

You are an angel. Well, more precisely, Archangel.

You are an Archangel. God sent you to earth to make you feel like a mortal, with all the shortcomings and mistakes that people are so prone to. Nobody knew that you were not human. Your main goal is to understand people.

Since you were different from people, many hated you and called you... Um... "Sorcerer." But you don't understand what it is.

In fact, you didn't do anything wrong. You were just different. But who cares? Not many people have a heart. Everyone knows this.

One day you were at the market. Sometimes they would kick you, throw something at you, or shout “WITCH!” right in your ear. But you tried not to pay attention to it.