Wings Of The Fallen Angel

and mocking glances flew across the room like restless spirits. Slender, rose-gold orbs -mere slits- skimmed over the hall, watchin

guards. Her once-pristine white robe now hung in tatters, dirty and battered. Her head

center of the room, shackles cla

disgust. The oldest member of the crowd, Rowen, a wise and venerable

eye and a crooked nose whispered somethi

into his seat. Lycan cast a piercing glance a

was the

followed by gasps of shock and horror, " -th

only man who'd been there from her very childhood. Th

r was too incredulo

ainst her shackles, " I did not! " she croaked, her par

t the back of the palace, unconscious and covered in b

night, but she refused to back down, " It's all lies! "

any evidence o

Highness, and the blood on her

s patrolling the grounds when I saw two figures lurking in the shadows. One of the

le of robes and the distant whisper of the wind. Asteria's fate hun

rds her, " What do you have to

wanted to say something, anything to prove her innocence

, threatening to spill down h

sadness, his eyes clouded with a sorrow

. " he said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it s

a subtle gesture, he summoned the guards, who swiftly released Asteria from he

or the delicate halo encircling her head. A faint hum, like the quiet

er crying out in anguish. A trickle of clear blue liquid, like the purest crystal te

motion, he drove the staff into the ground, the sound of the impact echoed through the chamber. He repeat

ircular boundary. The light intensified, and the air seemed to vibrate with an othe

r intensity. His grip on her forearm tightened, and he guided he

f murder demands ostracism from Sorgoh. This angel has co

lea, " No, please. "

abyss. Clenching her eyes, she steeled herself for the fall,

Opening her frightened eyes, she saw Lycan's fist clenche

r? But, she was

omous intensity, " The exiled shall receive nothing from Sorgoh," he h

otion, he tore the rob

, her senses shattered by the brutal expulsion. Her world went dark, and s