Attacking the forest, the intense rage of wind travels violently. The midnight hours close in, to reveal a group of body-like figures.
As the weather rips out every inch of the innocent greenery, I continue walking towards the dilapidated chapel, further in the distance, to complete my mission. Gradually, the hail grows in intensity, beating down on my face, when the church becomes closer in sight.
Details of the Only Survivor* of the
Almighty Ammunition* flood my mind; the appearance, size etc.
With heavy and tired wings, I finally reach the torn-down step of the chapel and notice an object of some sort, resting on the ground. I grasp for it, bending down releasing shooting sharp pains from the back of my wings, I then free it from the darkness and present it to the light.
In my hand I hold 'The Only Survivor.' In awe, my eyes widen and a sentence inscribed into the gun (just above the trigger) comes into sight. Going further into detail, I examine the weapon, reading the sentence aloud to myself, it reads, "Protect thy Beloved with this." I grip onto it with a large amount of strength and enter the building.
*A shotgun which is the only survivor of a priceless collection of weapons -the Almighty Ammunition, used in a brutal war, cherished in all angel realms.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
|The Celestial Beings| By Sarita Kaur
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