'Come on. Just a bit more..' she thought determinedly. Blood cascaded from a sizable gash in her side and from a varying amount of injuries on her wings, which were folded in, out of sight. As she limped forward, the snow behind her went from pure white, to scarlet.
She knew she had to get somewhere closer to civilization before they found her and brought her back. But she just couldn't see it happening. There was just no way...
Cold realization swept over her like a tidal wave: she was going to die out here, one way or another. She looked at the patch on her bicep.
'Warrior
Rank: 4
MI'
Her vision blurred, and she shook her head, desperately trying to clear the black spots clouding her vision, but to no avail. She collapsed on the snow, consciousness fading.
'This is it..' She thought, blood trickling out of her mouth. 'Time for me to get what I deserve..'
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Traveller
RandomInjured and fleeing from the MI, the ones she thought she trusted and loved, Rebel finds that the enemy may be her only hope. As she struggles along and adjusts to her new lifestyle and friends, she faces bullying, grief, pain, romance, and numerous...
