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Silver wings. I remember she had silver wings…
Something like that
And blue eyes. She was so young, and so beautiful that night.
I’ll always remember
She came to me while I was sleeping. Her voice was soft, like chimes, and the moon illuminated her perfectly.
It’s so cold
I thought it was a dream, until I awoke to the tapping. I couldn’t believe it. Why would an angel come for me?
Sometimes I still wonder…
Shoving off the covers I opened the window. She looked so sad. I wanted to reach out and touch her. I wanted to erase the pain from those eyes. “Please help,” she whispered. Nothing could have stopped me.
“How can I?” I asked.
It sounds foolish even now
She reached out an ivory hand, “Come with me.” I took the hand, her skin was so soft, and we flew. The wind ruffled my brown hair as I stared at the ground below. It was so far away. She smiled at my wonderment, but it never touched her eyes.
It never would.
I must have dozed off because suddenly the sun was rising over a dry waste. Barren trees spotted the desolate scene. Death was heavy in the air and I could see where blood still painted the ground. I turned to question my companion only to find a monster.
No longer beautiful, now rotting and torn she clutched my hand in her decaying flesh. Wing had transformed to bony membranes cracking in the air. Maggots writhed in the once ivory skin. I must have cried out, because she turned her face towards me. Her mouth was a tragic slash, and most of the hair had gone from her head, but the eyes struck me. Through all this, they were still beautiful. And still haunted.
I stared at her until we landed, and she looked away, tears running down that tragic face. I would have embraced her, had she not started suddenly. A loud rumbling sounded in the distance. I could see the clouds of dust. Stricken she turned to me and pushed me roughly, “Run!” she screamed. I hesitated, and her blue eyes filled with tears. “I should have never brought you,” she whispered. I was about to question why just as the ground below her erupted in violence.
I still remember the scream.
Horrorstruck I watched as she screamed in the jaws of some massive creature. I had no choice. I ran.
I don’t remember how long I ran, or where to. All I know is that when I finally collapsed into a sobbing heap the moon had risen. I think I slept, for when I woke there was another child near me. He was much like my friend, rotted and somehow still beautiful. “Come with me. You are needed,” he said. What else could I do? I followed.
He took me to a series of caverns. I learned of the war I was in. I learned my purpose, and my companion’s name; Eve. But most of all I learned to fight.
Heh, it wasn’t all really worth it though, was it? Because I was destined to die.
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