There was epic battle everywhere.
Complete carnage surrounded me.
Singed and bloody Angel feathers settled lightly on the ground around me, reminding me of giant, fluffy pieces of multicolored snow. Everyone knew it was anything but. A few bodies were hidden in the smoke, showing the cruelty both Fallen and Angelic possessed.
A gust of wind blew some of the silky wing feathers away. I stood, watching them rock away in the wind, going to a place far away where they would never be seen again in this lifetime... by this species at least.
A sense of completeness filled me as I surveyed the bloodshed around me. I felt like I... belonged in this fight, like I had a purpose that no one else could fulfill. But, why did I feel this way? I wasn't very important in all of this was I?
My breath hitched in my chest as I felt myself tugged backwards. I struggled until I looked back and realized that it was only my cloak that had been caught on a stray piece of debis that had been possibly thrown during one of the random explosions. I pulled it free, but tripped and landed on my hands and knees. I quickly stood up and found myself face to face with a boy I did not know, but felt as if I did. I had no memory of him, but I ached to touch him, to feel his happiness and joy. I knew he would want me to feel the same, somehow.
He was exceptionally tall, 6'2" at least. His hair was reasonably long, down to his chin in ebony black locks, and emerald green eyes shined into mine from the masculine face, a smile tugging at the boy's lips as he took in my recent situation, "Always the accident prone one, aren't you, My Love?" a deep voice rumbled from his lips, echoing in my ears longer than it should have. His voice had sent shivers down my spine.
"Only checking the gravity, my dear." I retorted quickly, as if this was a usual occurance. A chuckle rumbled through his chest, finally reaching his lips and echoing around me in a deep laugh. He didn't say anything as he moved and stood in the spot beside me and took my hand, lacing our fingers, pale skin intertwined with even paler skin. Him moving out my line of vision gave me a chance to see my reflection in the window of a little shop we were standing in front of.
Surprise shook me as I took in my appearance, yet my reflection remained emotionless.
My hair was pure white, the complete opposite of the boy's, and fell in loose waves to my waist. I was wearing a blood red shirt that sported the word Queen in black, studded letters. Dark blue shorts clad my legs, those lined with studs, too. Black combat boots garbed my feet, my pale skin looking deathly white against the darkness the black of the cloak. What shocked me most was the eyes.
They were bright red, almost looking like they were just filled with blood, shining with power and authority, but some form of gentleness was mixed in there.
Suddenly, I was being pulled forward by my hand, the boy pulling me. Everything seemed to slow down as an explosion went off beside us. On instinct, I shot forward, wings erupting from my back and wrapping around the boy and I, protecting us from the fire. I tightened my arms around his neck, but then let go, dispersing the fire from around us with a beat of my wings.
I knew there was pain in my wings, but I didn't feel it. It's like it was muffled in my mind.
"Lyn!" someone shouted and dark surrounded me.
