Original Storyline :-
A normal life was all he asked for. He didn't ask to be chosen by the devil, king of Hell. He didn't ask to be thrown into a feud to save reality. He certainly didn't ask to be given power beyond the comprehension of the Ol...
That was all he could say before I grabbed him from behind and spread out my wings. Before he could react, I took to the air with a huge stroke. "Whaaaaa!" screamed Danwer as he accelerated at a rapid pace.
With each beat of the two pillars of feathers on my back, I went higher and higher. Once high enough, I pulled them close to me in a streamlined shape. I slowed down and eventually stopped.
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Gravity played its part and I started falling. I held Danwer, who was screaming bloody murder right into my ear, tightly so as to not let him fall away. Our velocity kept increasing as we sped towards the fiery pit of almost certain death.
When the ground was less than a hundred feet away, I wrapped both of my wings tightly around me and Danwer. I closed my eyes and braced for impact. I counted the time it took.
One...two...three...fo-
A bright light shone, bright enough for me to see even though I was closing my eyes. A tingling sensation passed through my body and I suddenly felt weightless. I saw streaks of light and dark. It felt like a lucid dream, with me drifting in and out of consciousness.
I tried to open my eyes but when I did, all I could see was darkness. Only when I closed them, I saw spots, tiny details of some kind of event. It was almost like a warning.
I saw a person lying on the ground, looking broken and battered. Another tall figured loomed over him, with what I assumed was a long spear in its hand. The smaller figure tried his best to crawl away, but just ended up screaming softly as it lost more blood. The surroundings were barren and the ground had a reddish colour, giving it a Mars-ish look.
The taller figure, who I'm gonna call Barry, raised the spear in his(I'm assuming it's a he) hand and prepared to strike.
He brought it down at the smaller figure, who I'm gonna call Larry, with all of his might, impaling the chest. Larry gasped and started wheezing and taking raspy breaths.
Know how in the movies...how the camera suddenly zooms in and it feels like the world is getting bigger? Yeah well that's exactly what happened to me. All of a sudden, the dream started to 'zoom in' on Larry.
I was about two feet away from his face, yet I could not identify any details. It was like imagining a picture in your head but whenever you tried to make out the details, it got really fuzzy.
I looked at Larry's bloodied face with pity swelling within me. I caught him say something and I listened closer. Somehow, the dream got closer to his face and he spoke again.
