Fallen Angel of Promise

Awake

    I open my eyes to reveal that I'm in a strange place. I look around to see a dazzling room of white with many intricate gold embellishments along the walls and ceiling. The room is vast with a whole little seating area with two white chairs I can see across the white plush bed I find myself tucked inside. I rise into an upright seated position. My body feels heavy, and in incredible pain. Deeply bruised it feels like almost. Last thing I recall I was in my little house with Gelvain, a guard, and a maid. I look around the fancy room to see no one with me currently. I turn my body and dangle my legs off the edge of the massive bed I'm laying in. I must be in the royal castle. Oh right! There was a battle. They must have moved me away from the frontlines. I slowly go to stand as my body aches. I turn to walk towards the two air chairs, and fall back into the white and gold nightstand placed next to the bed. "Ow!" I cry out. The door to the room flings open and bursts in Madam Wren. I'm so glad to see her weathered face. In her light gray robes she stumbles around the bed and stares down at me on the floor. Her face is in shock. "Can you help me up? I seem to have fallen—" I turn to look at the nightstand I've fallen into, but my eyes meet feathers, bright white feathers. I thought my back hurt because I hit the nightstand, but no. I breathe heavy as I realize the feathers are moving with me as I try to scurry away.
    "Hold on dear!" Madam Wren grabs my arm and helps me up off the white marble floor. "Don't strain yourself too much, please!" Her eyes start to tear up. "GELVAIN!" Madam Wren shouts, I didn't even know the old lady could get that loud, and Gelvain dashes into the room as well. Gelvain's a sight for sore eyes. Still stunning with her light blonde hair that flows in the wind and bright blue eyes. Even though it looks like she hasn't slept much. Gelvain's bright eyes go wide as she looks at me. I smile at her. Gelvain locks eyes with Madam Wren, then turns to dash back out of the room for some reason. "Come here dear," Madam Wren helps me sit back on the edge of the bed. I realize now I'm in a loose white linen nightgown, and have some bandages wrapped around my torso. I assume for my new wings. Madam Wren takes my face in her old weathered hands and rest her forehead gently on mine. "I'm so happy you're awake," her voice cracks as her gray eyes begin to tear up before me.
    "Awake? Is the battle over?"
    Madam Wren pulls her face away, "what?"
    "Did they beat the demons?"
    "What is the last thing you remember?"
    "What do you mean?" I begin to feel a lump form in my stomach. "Gelvain left me to join the frontlines. I assume we won right?" Madam Wren just stares at me in disbelief.
    "Of course we won," she shakes her head at me in confusion. "You, you-" the door flies open again.