Wings Of The Fallen Angel

ystical being emerged from the darkness, her long robe whispering against the polished

houlder-length silver hair, characteristic of all the likes of her. She sigh

t to lengthening her locks. Pink lips, tinged with a hint of vulne

indeed a great disa

hamber halted, when faint whispers echoed fro

unexplored path, shrouded in mystery, beckoned her. Tentative st

eeper, a sliver of light appeared at the far end of the alleyway. The passageway, much to her surprise, l

ark figures caught her attention. One knelt,

ealised that the kneeling figure was her father

p escaped

shadows, plunged a customised

o men to her presence. Both of them turned to look at her

steria! " no more words came out, as he choked on his

but instinct urged her to flee. Before she cou

l haze enveloped her senses, leaving only the echoes of a pierc

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