It was cold. Her back was bloody, the pain she felt was so enormous, that she was at the edge of dieing.
Hugging herself in the cold ally, she laid on the stone ground. Shivering.
The small clothing she was wearing, was dirty with mud and mixed with the blood.
Everywhere around her were laying dead body's, who had been burned to death.
But the freshly new wounds on her back, where more mysterious. Some feathers where hanging at her back. The girl cried silently with and blank, shocked expression...
Her Wings got taken away. So young but she still lost the most precious she had. They were being robbed form her own body...
The view got more blurry for her, shivering, sweating and freezing she lost consciousness.
The last thing she saw was a pair of black leather shoes, which stopped infront of her.
