I'm now moving from tree to tree by climbing across the branches. I started off trying to hurry but I've decided to so go slower so it's more steady. I if I was to die if rather do it in an effort to fight than falling off of these trees. In the distance I can hear a kind of squark turning into a screech. Then I can hear another. But it sounds like it came from a different dark angel.
I guess it went and got some of it's friends. How nice! I hope they fly into a tree!
As if that's gonna happen. I hate the way they fly so smoothly. why should they get the right to do that when all they do is make hell?
I position myself behind a bushy branch of the tree I'm on. I lay there waiting for them to pass. This is not comfortable at all!
What exactly am I meant to do?
'Stab them through the heart with a sword so it comes out of the other side of them' she said.
Sorry, where am I meant to find this sword? Is she forgetting I'm not magic?
Right then I both hear and feel them fly other. There's two of them. No, there's three! Gosh, anymore to come?
I feel something on the thigh. What? I slowly turn my head to look and jump at the sight. It's a dark angel and I can sense it's eyes on me like a knife on soft skin. I slip from the branch so I'm no longer upright on the branch. I'm gripping at it, trying to pull myself back on top but I can feel that they're making me weak already.
Now the other dark "angels" are flying only slightly above the ground making a crowd. From what I can tell there are about five down there.
Oh God what do I do? If I move I'm a goner, if I stay here I'm a goner! I wrap my hand further around this branch that is covered in moss and leaves. My hand touches something sharp, I look over and I see a line of red blood on my right hand. Will this help the situation at all? What, will it make them what to kill me faster? because that's obviously great! Sarcasm, sarcasm, sarcasm! I look over to what has cut me as I hear the dark angels getting louder, which is not a pleasant sound. It's a sword! A sword!
I grip it and turn just to see a dark angel lurching forward at me. With a swing of the sword I quickly cut his head off! Without a second to think about what I've just done, I reach for another stab. This time I manage to get it through his heart. Not without falling to the floor on top of him.
Why has this happened like this. The others didn't interfere in those few seconds. It can't be this easy...
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My Horse's Angel
General FictionJoin April Lilic with her horse and her horse's angel. April is an average 16 year old dealing with the stress of her family and school. She is lucky enough to have her own horse, Emily. But does every horse owner know about their horse's angel?
