It was dark and I couldn't see a thing but it's glowing red eyes, staring into my soul. I quickly ran my hands along the wall to see if I could find an exit, but it was too dark. The eyes got closer, as I could feel my heart beat pounding like it was gonna burst out of my chest. Is that what it wanted, my soul, to kill me? The eyes got even closer. Terrified I screamed, only to wake up on the couch. "It was just a bad dream, a nightmare that felt all too real". It almost felt like it was trying to communicate with me, no. It can't, can it? "Come on Alula, your 23 and you still have imaginary friends?" I questioned myself. Yes, my name is Alula, unusual right? It means winged one in Latin. I never really got it since I don't have wings nor have I ever been able to fly.
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The Invisible Wings
FantasyThe war against Demons and Angels keeps going and a young lady finds herself between the conflict, with a couple of misfits along the way, befriending a Demon she must now find a way to stop the war. Will she succeed or die trying? Sent to the beaut...
