The whispering winds
I stand still as the feeling of Death overcomes me. I'm supposed to be dead for this...this war. "War..." Sparks of lightning flood the sky above. "We need to get back to my camp," the human tells me as she turns to run into the woods, I follow. "I'm here behind you." I whisper into her ear as we slow.
The glow of thunder clouds
I go astray as the devil within awakes. Next thing I know I'm in the middle of the storm, middle of the torment. "Rise my soldiers," I say, falling into the puzzle of the room with no escape. "You've finally found the way in and out...." The fallen angel stands over me. I'm laying flat on my back while the inky black blood substance fills the room, soon it chokes me, suffocating the Angel stands back with her stained and tattered white dress.
The pressure of being perfect
Eyes open wide, I hear screams or fright and surprise. "She's Up!!" I bolt up, wires in tangled mess. Blinding white lights are what greet me. Doors open and slam, I hear the cries of joy and sadness. I feel warmth on my lap and I pet the thing, "Hehe that tickles! It's me big sis!," I hear a voice that I know.
The End of the point of view
