You scratch around this room, your voice had gone from screaming long ago. Now there was just these stone walls. The scent of blood permeated the air. You could hear scratching coming from another room. Obviously someone else had been captured as well.
The battle ground had been hectic, no one knew who was who. Blood was everywhere, the screams, oh my god the screams. They were of pain, loss, and fear.
The battle had been over long before it began. You were meant to be a protector, a guardian of your people. That wasn't meant to be. Now you were stuck, captured, tortured for information you did not have.
There was nothing left to live for, nothing at all.
After all, they had cut your wings off long ago.
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Short Stories
Short StoryThese are just short little things that I'm making. Some of these ideas are things in my head that I want to get out. And some of them are ideas for stories. Like settings, or plots, or even entire story lines. I also include quotes and song lyrics...
