Meyra stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the children below. There was a shriek, as they began to sprint away from the forest. She watched as large paws came out of the forest, likely the size of her forearm. A deep growl sent a shiver down her spine as some creatures flew away from the edge. 

The children left their baskets of food, tripping as they tried to run back. One collapsed, barely moving, leading to the other carrying them back. Once they were out of sight, Meyra flew down to the ground. She looked into the forest, not seeing the creature that was there. 

Meyra picked up the basket, dumping the fruit into the other until it was overflowing. She quietly flew into the forest, looking around. Large fruit hung above her head, like those in the basket, that the children were unable to reach. Meyra filled the other basket and began to fly in the direction the children left. 

She stayed quiet, watching from a distance. When the sun had set and everyone went inside, Meyra listened to the family’s woes. She placed the baskets outside the front door and knocked. Meyra flew up into the air away from the house. 

She watched one of the children come outside, the other inside lying down. They began to cry and called their parents over. The three collapsed to the ground in tears, holding their hands up to the sky with the fruit within them. The family brought the fruit in and closed the door behind them. 

Looking from the air, she stared at the horizon. Dovin was full of light and the city was bustling. Meyra went to start heading to Dovin, but the god fell on her head. Its white tail blocked her vision until it turned around. 

“Take this, it will protect you,” the fox spoke as it handed Meyra a small star-shaped pendant. 

Meyra looked at the pendant, unsure of what the metal could do. The god remained quiet. 

“There's no harm in having it, so take it.” The fox yawned. 

“Should I be aware of anything else?” Meyra spoke, gritting her teeth. 

“Don't forget that you are weak now. Try to stay alive, I spent a lot of time on you.” The fox disappeared, leaving Meyra flying by herself in the air. 

She grumbled to herself, wishing the god gave further explanation as to why she could not use other abilities. Meyra understood that Angels primarily used healing magic, but they had to have something to protect themselves. Her heart sank as she thought about her family, and the god telling her to stay alive. It felt like a premonition of her doom. 

As she flew towards Dovin, tears welled up in her eyes. She had no guarantee of seeing them alive and a chance of being seriously injured. In addition to all of that, this body felt foreign to her. Everything was unfamiliar from her hair to her wings, and she knew nothing of this world.

Meyra watched as the population rapidly increased as she neared the town. Just outside of Dovin, there were numerous homes lining the single road into town. She flew down, watching as people moved about. The people walked, flew, and rode large creatures with carts attached to them. 

The entryway into Dovin was in disrepair, with broken bricks and the signage worn away. There were multiple stations for check in, but only one had someone there. It was an elderly person that was asleep. Some people went to wake her, but others stopped them, so everyone walked in without checking in. 

Meyra walked through the essentially unmanned gate and into Dovin. She saw an inn just inside and walked towards it. The sign was faded, and the door had a small hole in the bottom. A small creature ran outside, and a child that had been sitting nearby ran to catch it.

Meyra gulped and opened the door, wincing as it creaked open. The inn had colorful artwork on the walls with beautiful wooden floors. Dust and dirt had piled up, the artwork fading and the floors appearing dull. The ceilings were high, with a chandelier covered in so much dust that a breeze would make the room full of it. 

Meyra saw a squishy object on the table with a sign reading squeeze me for service. She picked it up in her hand and squeezed it. The object screamed and her heart rate shot up, making her drop it on the table. On impact, the object grew four legs and ran around the counter where Meyra was unable to see it.

"Hello, how may I help you?" A frail woman walked out using a cane. 

An infant was on her back using a cloth, fast asleep. She wore old clothes, faded and with large patches. Her cane appeared well used, faded where her hand rested upon it. 

"How much does it cost to stay here for one night?" Meyra asked as the woman sat down at the desk. 

"How much do you have?" Meyra looked down in her bag to see one bronze coin, unsure of its value. 

The woman hummed for a moment before saying, "This will suffice. If you want food, you have to work for it." Meyra nodded as she was given a creature in the shape of a key. 

The creature stuck out its tongue to point towards the stairs. Meyra smiled, walking away from the counter. Once they reached the second floor, the key jumped out of her hands. It jumped onto the handle, unlocking the door. The creature, from the door, jumped onto a pillow directly next to the door on the interior of the room. 

Meyra sat on the bed and was greeted with a plume of dust. She coughed, covering her mouth, and went to open the window. Meyra used both of her arms and manhandled the window open. She attempted to use cleaning magic to no avail, until she used one of the beginner levels. 

Meyra cleaned the room until it was spotless, collapsing in her bed. It was late at night now and she looked at the sky through the window. Two moons illuminated the town, one much smaller than the other. She rested her head against the pillow and immediately fell asleep. 

The next morning, Meyra woke up to light shining through the window. She used some cleaning magic on herself and opened up the door to her bedroom. The key jumped onto her shoulder, using its tongue to close the door behind them. Her hand touched the railing, greeted by a layer of dust, so she cleaned it as she walked down the stairs. 

The innkeeper was preparing a meal, the infant awake on their back. Meyra offered to help and she declined, asking her if she could clean up the dining space. Meyra went through, making sure the table and benches were sparkling. As the woman was still cooking, Meyra continued to clean. The place was so dusty that nothing felt truly clean to her.

“I'm sorry this is everything and thank you for not stealing the food.” The innkeeper gave Meyra a weak smile as the two sat down to eat. 

She placed the infant in a separate seat at the table. The child had different food to eat, and happily feasted. Meyra’s eyes widened as she tasted flavors she never had before. The two adults ate quietly, enjoying their meal.

“For this evening would you like me to clean the common areas?” Meyra asked, causing the woman to start crying. 

Meyra smiled, placing her hand on the woman's. After eating, the innkeeper took their dishes away. She cleaned up the infant and placed them back in her cloth holding them in place. For the rest of the day, Meyra cleaned the common areas from top to bottom. She grinned, seeing the chandelier sparkling in the light streaming through the windows. 

Meyra went for an afternoon nap and woke up to her key scratching. She got up and went downstairs per the key’s direction. Meyra looked around, standing still, as she observed the broken tables and front door. She placed the door back in place, unable to completely put it on its hinges. 

Meyra squished the creature at the front desk and heard nothing. She walked around the counter and went to the back. The innkeeper was unconscious and covered in blood while the infant was crying in a basket. Meyra frantically healed the woman and took the child out of the basket. 

She looked at the emptied storeroom. The boxes and containers had been broken into, the metal locks melted on the ground. She was unable to find a speck of food in the entire place. While waiting for the woman to wake up, she cleaned it with magic to the best of her ability. 

“Thank you,” the woman said through her tears, “I'm sorry, I only have enough food for the two of us now.” She sniffled and Meyra helped her stand up. 

“Please work at the guild, they provide food,” the woman sniffled as she spoke, “I hope to see you again soon.”

Meyra helped the two to the check-in desk, handing the innkeeper her cane that was on the ground. She turned in her key and the woman explained the location of the guild.

“Thank you again, and good luck,” Meyra said, not knowing she was unlikely to see them again. 

While walking to the guild, Meyra observed this part of town. The buildings were in disrepair, with many townsfolk malnourished. As she moved towards the center of town, more appeared to be well-fed and better dressed. Their looks varied, with some having wings, tails, and various other differences from the people she knew. 

Outside of the guild, Meyra observed the bustling town. There were multiple businesses with a regular flow of people in and out. When she went to knock on the guild door, Meyra noticed that someone had set up various barriers around the building. As the god had not explained this ability in detail, Meyra looked around. 

She followed one of the barriers down one of the side streets and noticed the drawings on the wall. Her hands trembled as she felt a jolt down her back. The wall began to glow, and she sprinted away. Eventually, the glowing faded, and she walked through the door.