Mitch's POV
I ran and ran, unable to stop or look back in case they were there. I knew they weren't but that voice in my head keeps telling me, Go back. Go back. This path will take you to your death. Your freedom is a lie. You are worthless in this world. Stop lying and go to live under the rule of those superior to you. I must not listen. I cannot fall. I unfolded my wings and looked at them, still running, they were dark and leathery, a muddy grey with a slight red tint, alternating red and black circles lining the bottom edge.
I took off and flew for about five feet before crashing into the ground creating a large dent. I felt an explosion of agony in my right arm. I looked down to see my arm bent at an unnatural angle, bruises already forming on the damaged flesh of my elbow. Great, a broken arm, THANK YOU UNIVERSE! I thought to myself, wincing in pain as I attempted to move the damaged arm. This is gonna be difficult. I thought preparing myself for the long hike that I would have to take.
After ten extraordinarily unproductive hours. I hear a voice behind me shout "ATTACK!" And then I was surrounded by figures that were shooting arrows at me. I ran as fast as I possibly could have in my current state. Looked behind me and slipped and then everything went into slow motion. My head crashed back onto a rock, I felt incredible amounts of pain, I saw blood dripping down my head and into my eyes, everything went fuzzy, my vision darkens and flashes of red danced across my vision, I could only lay there, As the world slowly faded.
And done
Yay! this took forever, also I have a new idea so when chapter 1 does happen (Eventually) expect some serious stuff to happen.
But for now have that drawing... yeah....
Byeeeeeee ~ Crazy
