She who is made of porcelain and eyes that shine of liquid gold whose body is so delicate, that the lightest touch could bruise the skin, lays under a suit of black leather ment to protect the delicate girl beneath. Lying inside a metallic pod cased in gold. A lone suit of armor kneeled below her, held up by a platform. The armor kneeled stares at the ground of the sleeping chamber, smoke of the color hue blue slithers around her frame. Behind it silvery blue wings of the strangest energy shine, the smoke slithering its way around them. *This is my first story I believe I've ever written. I'm a rough writer and write really a thing that comes to mind! Let me know if I should continue the story.*