The Warrior crouched on his perch high above the city streets, the ones he watched over like a sentinel of the night. He stared down on an alley and focused his attention on a young woman walking through the doors of her apartment.
The young woman walked in and climbed up the stairs, oblivious of the being who watches her close.
The Warrior stood guard as he always did. He stayed hidden in the shadows, but his presence alone sent an absolute warning to every creature of the night that intends to harm the young woman. Pity those monsters that dared cross his path, for they will surely fall victim to the glinting steel of his insatiable blade.
As soon as the woman switched off the lights and fell asleep, the Warrior left the dark shadows and drifted closer to the apartment. Dark wings sprang out of his back and a cloak of invisibility covered him as he flew nearer. His moves were swift. And as he moved, the shimmering moonlight caressed the taut outlines of his features and his black hair danced against the wind. Pretty soon, he landed on the roof of the apartment. He then checked all the windows and the doors to make sure all of them are locked.
A frown creased his forehead. He knew that he should find other ways to watch his ward. That young woman is quite reckless, so quick to trust and so easy to deceive. Those who thought to touch her hadn't even lasted for an hour because he quickly ended their existence.
As midnight slowly crept in, the Warrior sat down and contemplated on his next move, ignoring the cold breeze that swirled across his skin.
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Winged Lights
ParanormalAs mortals, we believe that we are born to rule over the world that the Father created. We thought the He made the mortal minds far more superior than any other beings. We lived throughout the time, confident in our own rights. We multiply every sec...
