𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧

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Luke 》

She's floating in the air, her fire is going haywire as she screams her lungs out in outrage. Seems I've made her a little too angry. But the sight is beautiful, she's so majestic it takes my breath away. I've never seen something so powerful before.

Her hair is paler and longer than before, elongated by the flames that's holding her up. Her clothes are long disintegrated but are replaced by angry red flames. That, I saw before. But what I never saw before was her wings.

Freaking wings.

Coming out of her shoulder blades and extending far beyond her arms, longer than her whole body with about two feet. From where I'm sitting after she pushed me, she looks gigantic with her wings. Beginning with feathers and ending with flames. Her wings are touching both opposite walls of the huge bathroom, enabling them to extend fully.

They appeared out of nowhere, and they aren't the ones helping her float either, she's just hovering over the bathtub with her wings awkwardly stretched in the bathroom.

The legend is, in fact, true. She's one of a kind.

She's the earth's savior.

The Angel of freaking Dawn.

And it's my job to tame her, but I don't think it's necessary anymore. We're no longer overpowered.

I might just make it out of here after all.

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She's destroying the room. Everything's either demolished, burned, in the process of burning or shattered. She's going haywire and I'm letting her, not because I want to, because I can't stop her.

And it's probably good for her to release out her anger.

My God, what am I doing? I'm going to burn alive in here if I don't get this under control.

Before I can rethink my choices, I run to the door and throw it wide open. "She's gone crazy! Help! I need help people!" The words are heavy on my heart, I don't want to do this but this isn't how it's supposed to go. For us to get out of here, we need to be alive.

In less than ten minutes, the gaurds have her sedated and covered in water soaked blankets to extinguisher her fire, her wings have gotted smalled without the fire and are now tied together under the blanket. Me, on the otherhand, am regretting my choices at the moment. Seeing her panting and shivering inside the blanket has my heart clenching.

I shouldn't have called for help, now they'll lock her up again. Especially since I've got everything Aliana wanted in my notebook.

"I'm sorry, she just went ballistic, and I couldn't calm her down. Let me take her to her cell."

Bert shakes his head, dismissing my offer. "Aliana wants her. You were supposed to take her measurements and all that shit. So, where's the notebook?"

I search in my back pocket. "I have it, but really, I want to help. It's only fit since I caused all this mess."

He shrugs. "As long as she's handed to Aliana at the end, I don't give a rat's ass what you do with her. Here, if she resists, just poke her with this." He hands me a silver poker and a bag of liquid nitrogen to dip it in.

I look at the objects uncomfortably. How cruel can they be to burn a child like this?

Well, they did behead a little girl before.

"Take it already." Bert snarls. "And don't hand her to Aliana like this, have her changed beforehand. If you mess up, she'll feed us pig guts again. God knows i can't handle that for another day, let alone a whole week."

I shiver at the mention of pig guts. It's as terrible as you could imagine.

I grab Blaire, who's hardly able to walk with the heavy blanket on her shoulders. As we're walking in the hallways, she turns to me, shivering violently.

"Where are you taking me?"

I almost tear up at the sight of her. She looks so much like my sister. My heart breaks a little at the remembrance of her. She was as much of an angel as Blaire was before she got roped into this whole Aliana mess.

Now, she's nothing but bones underground. At least she let me bury her.

"Luke? Please don't take me to her—" she's cut off by her weak tears. "I don't want to go, please. If you have at least a sliver of humanity in you. I just want to go home."

"You're not really about to let her go, are you?" At the end of the hallway, where lies the master kitchen, is Aliana. "No! Of course not. I was just about to have her changed for you. I was told you wanted her."

Blaire steps behind me as Aliana struts closer. "Did you get her measurements?"

"Yes, everything you asked for is right here." I hand her the notebook. "Her whole body measurements and her height. And as for her fire, her red fire is about 900 celsius. Blue fire is 1700 celsuis. It was very hard to get the exact temperature, but those numbers should be accurate enough to help you design her clothes."

She stays quiet for a minute, a look of distaste on her face. "Alright then. Hand her over, we don't have much time anymore."

My grip tightens on Blaire. Too soon. It's all way too soon.

"It's OK, I can't have her dressed for you. The maids are ready, she'll only be a minute–"

"But, that's not what I asked of you is it? Hand her over." Shivering like a leaf in my grip, I pull her from behind me. Aliana's eyes grow in excitement. Blaires eyes are a mixture of defeat and fear. Emotions she fought hard not to feel but it's inevitable.

There's nothing i can do anymore. There's no escaping this now.