I saw a man walk on water. He walked on land, towards my mortal brother, he is 17. The mysterious man was 19. He had a six pack, muscly arms. Golden blond. 5'10. It surprised me when he punched my brother in the lip. Instinct told me to beat him so hard Google couldn't find him. But I just stood there as my brother fought back. Then other men came out, ugly, old, no teeth, fat, but strong. I had no earthly idea why this was happening. I fell down crying wishing for it to end. An idea popped in my head my wings flapped, then for the first time I stabbed a man, moral man, men, with my 6 foot long purple tail with the black sharp tip. Blood. Blood everywhere. I glanced at my brother with my now red eyes, he couldn't move. In rage I ripped the limbs of the men off midair. Swooped down and grabbed my brother by his waist and flew him to a hospital to treat his busted head.
