The Princes Blight

Me

Mika pov

     The wind whipped my hair back and forth as I stood staring at the ground below me. I hadn't even flown yet and the rush was already getting to me. The clouds casted a gray sheen on the rubble strewn around the remains of the town.
      A battle had raged here only yesterday. There were no bodies because when an angel or demon dies they either go below or above. I don't know where I would go...being a blight and all I have no real knowledge of all that. But I do know that I must never be seen by an angel and I have lived by that all 17 years of my life. That's why I was here today because nobody would be here so I could finally stretch my wings.
     My wings snapped open and gleamed in the twilight. Pure snow Snow White at the tips, they showed the angelic blood that flowed in me, moving further down my feathers had black streaks, like someone had gotten lazy with a paint brush. My deamon blood would not be forgotten as darkness pooled along the lower half  of my wings. I knew they were a strange sight to behold so I kept them hidden and only flew in deserted areas. A strange sight... a strange and marred abomination.
     A little swish of wind from my wings stirred the ash around me and created mini tornados at my feet. I giggled at the sight before I was took off. Laughing as the rush of flying took over. I was doing loops in the air and twisting while making sharp turns around crumbling buildings. It was cloud nine. I twisted and twirled for a while before my stomach let out a deep rumble. I knew I had to find something to eat before I went home. It was dark out so I created a little fire in the palm of my hand to see by (perks of being half angel)
     I drifted on the breeze for awhile searching for some food that had survived the battle. I spotted a dumpster not to far away and shot off in its direction. I landed on top of it and ripped the lids  off expecting to be hit with a horrific stench and instead being blinded by a bright light.
     I jerked my wings back to my body and pulled my cape over them...immediately recognizing the light as angel wings hitting the moon light. I peaked further into the dumpster and saw a boy around 18 unconscious and bleeding in multiple places. His wings were folded in an uncomfortable position so I pulled them out of the dumpster and they were so big that they pushed my off the edge and I landed with a thump on the dirt.
     It was clear that dumpster boy wasn't going to open his eyes or wake up anytime soon and I couldn't leave him here to die, although he would of left me. I dragged him out of the dumpster, mindful of his freshly acquired injuries from the battle. I didn't live to far from here so I decided to take him home with me. Due to how small I was and how big he was it took me a good hour or so to get him home instead of the normal 10 minute flight.
     I laid him on the bed and began analyzing him. He had an amazing jaw-line with hair black as night, a little stubble growing on his chin as evidence he had been out there awhile. His left wing was broken and had to be splinted and he had a gash from his left shoulder to his right hip that needed stitches in a couple places. I later him down and got to work. Spending an hour stitching his chest was a bloody and disgusting moment in my life, but maybe he would thank me when he awoke.
     I was washing my hands of blood when I heard him groan behind me. I rolled my eyes and got BACK to work. Forcing painkillers down dumpster boys throat was no easy task but I finally did it and as I waited for them to take effect I accidentally drifted off to sleep wondering when he would awake.