Smeard mascara.
Blazing gold eyes.
Wet hair plasterd to a pale face.
Dark hair...pale lips...shivering.. her wings sopping wet...feathers move slowly with the movement of her powerful wings as she stretched them to dry... her wings will dry faster then her hair since they are mostly feather and bone.
The cave is dark and damp...cold.
The bundle she holds in her arms stirs and she looks down at it.
"My dear child." she wisperd.
And she said nothing more as she brought the child close to her to warm it.
A fire suddenly started to blaze in the corner of the cave. She walked to it and warmed herself and the child. Thank god he gifted me with the power of fire...she thought.
The child stayed silent.
She broke the law. She was banished. A fallen angel.
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Wings
RandomOne hundred years has passed since World War Three started, it ended after thirty long years and in the middle of the worlds healing an immortal war touched the mortal world throwing everything and everyone into chaos. But how did this happen? And h...
