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Prologue

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    Blood stained the ground as screams of pain and fear sliced the smoke stained air. Bodies fell as the bombs and bullets pierced their skin, plunging the suffering men into an eternal darkness. Maybe then they would find a true light where war is no more and suffering is not heard of. Maybe then their lives before they were dragged into pain and death wouldn't remind them of life before, shattering their hearts with fake hopes and sadness.
    All the while the world watched in terror their hearts filled with hopes, victory the only things on their minds. Tears were shed and pain and suffering spread like a disease among the living. Dads, sons, kids, mothers all died one-by-one, their blood, their life eternally staining the ground beneath them. Will they be remembered? Will the mourning of their loved ones ever crease?
    Black feathers float among the fighting. Her vicious laughter wraps itself around the wounded, dragging them down in to darkness. Unseen and fulfilled, she watched the angel of death. She peered at her master piece, the blood and death she created warmed her heart. She laughed and smiled flying down to take yet another soul into her arms, not a hint of regret in her heart when the bullet she influenced came and struck them in the chest, killing them in her arms. Her game she enjoyed her art she creates. War was great, suffering was lavishing, and pain filled her with such a joy it was unbearable.
    My pale fingers grasped a black feather in sadness, glancing up with my piercing blue eyes I watched as the Angel of Death claimed another life from her game. She hasn't seen me yet, I wonder why? My wings, have they dulled? For each time I feel them sprout from my back I get blinded by their whiteness. I felt their silky texture brush against my flesh every time I flew. How could she not see?
    A child, about sixteen ran wildly through the battlefield, tears flowing down his dirt covered cheeks. Pain and terror glowed from his eyes and tears betrayed him. I watched helplessly as his thoughts wrapped around my own like a warm blanket.  I winced as his pain pierced my heart, and you would think becoming an angel would heal weakness like this but after all i was still human. His normal family, his normal girlfriend flashed in his mind, each shinning with their own beauty. This kid was sincere, caring. How can he go through this suffering? My heart squeezed and raced as the Angel of Death flew towards him.
    No.
    She shall not take him away from his life.
    Stretching my wings, I pushed from the blood stained ground flying out towards her, crashing into her causing her to growl and finally notice my presence.
At the exact moment we collided then bullet missed its target. The kid lived.
But how long will he stay? I won't let him die. She shall never wrap her wings around him. He shall find his family, their hopes won't be hopeless. I shall win.
Civil War, 1863, United States of America…one of the bloodiest wars.
    I saved a life that day, but how many were lost? Little did I know that I would lose my wings, my human life. The Angel of Death defeated me at another battle. But little did I know that I would come again to find myself, to save more than just the boy. The poor boy, who lived and married...little did I know.
This is the very beginning of my Story "Angel of Death"

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falcorn0squirrel's avatar
its really intreasting how you used the time period as the civil war, i havent seen too many in that time. good job and very intreasting. nice hook btw, was planning on skipping it but instead i finished reading it x3