Thorn p.o.v
I couldn't breathe, it was smothering me, how can I be given this punishment. I would rather have a swift execution than this. I wailed to myself, a nightmare come true. I looked at the mirror fearing the truth, what had I become, I looked at my reflection...

Samual p.o.v
A high pitched scream wailed through the wasteland, were the demons attacking again? I picked up my bow and arrows, the bows were light and a silver colour. My arrows were gold and engraved with my rank, I am high up, lets hope I never fall. I raced to where the screaming was coming from. A young girl was looking at her reflection and screaming her head off. She was knelt on the muddy floor, looking into a murky puddle. I walked over to her, putting my bow down and uncurling her hands from her hair. I didn't recongise her, she wasn't like any angel I had seen but yet again I'm not in the supreme court and they know every dirty secret. She was breathing uneven, she was dressed in demon clothes, mmm why is she dressed in demon clothes. She was unarmed, she was wearing a longish black dress to her knees and a pair of old untied scruffed boots. She looks like an angel and she even has wings. Her wings were silverish black, like stormy cloud lining, they were quite small but she was also small. Her frightened eyes looked at me, she looked so frightened, maybe she was newly made but she was beautiful I had never seen an angel looking like her. We all have white wings but not silverish black, maybe she had vixon dust poured on by those fithy demons. Maybe her wings could be cleaned but vixon dust rots the wings away leaving us trapped sooner making us bitter but by then we would have evolved into demons.
I have no idea what she was doing in noland as it is a battle field between the two lands, she looked like she couldn't even lift a bow no matter fight with one. It's always been US and THEM. Demons and Angels.
Thorn p.o.v

This strange angel came over, he pulled my hands away from my hair. I looked at him, was he going to kill me, he had his bow and arrows. He was a high rank, I could tell by his arrows, I didn't usually see angels with gold arrows. I moved away from him, he moved closer and I screamed again. He tried to pick me up, off the muddy floor but I slapped his hand away. A swift look of fury came across his face then disappeared, he muttered a few words and then blackness came. I felt strangly dizzy and had the most unnusual dream about an angel picking me up. The angel in my dream had golden blonde hair and icy blue eyes that almost looked frosty. I woke up, I was in the angels arms, he was strong, his arms warm and smooth. I attempted to kick my way out of his arms but I was too weak. I moved around and kicked some more then I fell to the floor. I landed with a loud thump, it hurt but not as much if I was else where. The floor wasn't floor it was clouds, oh no I'm in heaven now. The floor was a whitey colour mixed with a subtle grey. Why couldn't they kill me instead of sending me to an eternity of suffering. I moved on the floor trying to get up and run but she collapsed. What was wrong with me, the angel picked me up again but I didn't struggle or either look at him. I felt weak, like the whole place was drawing energy away from me. He wandered further and further away from all the people and buildings and to a small home. It was unfamilar, he pushed the door open, then gently put me in a soft bed and tucked me in. The covers were white and yet the room was too. He felt my head to see if I had a fever and then walked out, I tried to move but I couldn't. What was it with angels and white. Yes I know it represents purity and angelic souls and blah blah blah. The room swirled around, my eyes slowly shut and sleep finally took me. It was the same dream that always made me remember bad things that had happened it brought back bad bad memories.

Flashback...

He shouted at me" you are a fool to ever think that," he laughed. His laugh was sharp like shattering glass. He was infront of me, I turned around silently weeping trying to show no weakness but that was impossible. My black crystalized heart had just been shattered into a million pieces even though I thought it would never happen. I had promised to never love as it was a sign of weakness only weak people love. They drag you down with them, a blue wet thing dripped from my eye, what was this.
He had betrayed me in every way he could.


I half opened my eyes to see the angel boy there again, light filtered through the room and I covered my eyes from the shock of the brightness. There were a few other people with him, I moved and yawned then sat up. I was feeling much better but yet weak and insecure. The brunnette boy was staring at me with his mouth hanging open, I tugged the cover closer to hide my face some more. I looked round at them. I could hear faint voices whispering.
- Oh look she's so frightened
- wow she is beautiful
- where did she come from
- glad samual found her such a little thing she had no chance of surviving there

The voices stopped. I heard a voice I didn't recognise it was so quiet, timid and so child-like.
"where am I," not until a few secounds later I realised it was mine.
The woman came over, sat on the bed, which slightly went down from her weight. She started to stroke my hair which made me feel uncomfortable since I was never used to attention like this, murmmering meaningless words. I had a strong temptation to smack her hand away but something inside me made me stop before I did.
Her voice was quite husky" aw hon, your home where you belong, what were you doing in no-land and your so lucky samual found you. Something bad might have happened to you," I had no idea why they were acting the way they did around me, oh no I haven't lost a limb or been horribly disfigured. Thats why they are acting like that.

Then I realised why, how I looked, I had fluffy white hair so soft like feathers and metallic white wings. My wings had been cleaned before they were silverish black. My eyes were almost white but silver coloured, my skin was like pale white creamy roses, my eyes wide and open. I was small but my face no longer looked twisted how it once looked. I had changed into my worse nightmare, which was unbearable but I had no idea why he did this to me. I got out of the bed, pushing the soft covers away, almost falling to the floor but the woman helped me up.
I was still in demon clothes, scruffed black boots with a simple black dress, that was all.
Most of the people in the room looked a bit shocked when they saw what I was wearing.

The woman rushed over, then the brunnette boy and dragged me off to the next room. It was a wardrobe filled with clothes.

The woman looked kindly at me, she had blue eyes and a dark brown hair colour which was plaited and left hanging. She was thin, wearing a long white toga dress which went to her calfs with golden laced sandals, she was quite pretty. The brunnette boy looked related to her but he had warm chocolate brown eyes and more of a tan, he was wearing plain linen white trousers and he was barefoot. He noticed me staring at his feet.
His voice was smooth and a bit husky" You know I don't have abnormal feet, I am normal but you wouldn't know what normal was if it hit you in the face." I looked at him, my eyes watering and my lip quivering. I felt the strong urge to cry, I sniffled a bit and whimpered. Finally and I had no idea why, he apolgised.

He came closer, putting his warm hand on my shoulder saying" Don't cry, I didn't mean it, it's just your wearing demon clothes and you were found in noland. Thats really odd because only warriers go there and you don't look anything like a warrier," I tilted my head away and nodded a bit. Whilst I had been absorbed, the woman brought some clothes over and also some soaps and scented sponges. She took my hand dragging me away to the bathroom and the boy tried to follow but she shooed him away. She made me take off my clothes, I felt awkward and she passed me soaps then pushed me in the bath. After I had finished, I was smelling of roses and lilac.

The clothes she had brought me weren't my ideal style at all. There was a little white dress that would go to mid thigh it was fitted at the waist without straps, there was a light golden dress which was the same length but with a ruffled bottom and with spaghetti straps. There was a pair of white and gold short shorts and a few tops in different styles and finally a few skirts. I had a couple pairs of shoes, golden sandals which were on heels and went to mid calf and a pair of gold strapped heels that went to my ankles and there was a bit of jewellery. A gold headband, gold drop earrings and a few braclets in gold.

I looked at the clothes with worry, should I go barefoot? Never walked in heels before, I decided to get changed first. I wore the white dress that fitted well, then the gold drop earrings and a few braclets. In my hand I carried the mid calf gold heels but walked barefoot, as I came out thw brunnette boy smirked looking at my feet so I just smiled a bit shyly. They all rushed over and began to introduce themselves, the blonde boy which had brown eyes was called samual and he was the one that had found me, the woman that brought me the clothes was called helen and he son the brunnette boy was called kyle and there was an older man and he was helens husband, he was called mark.

Helen walked over and sighed" aw hon, you look beautiful and I guess the clothes fit you well then," I nodded and whispered a thank you and her smile brightened. " aren't you going to try the shoes on love," I looked at helen and murmered ashamed " I've never worn heels before and don't know how," I blushed. She told me to sit on the bed and told me to stick my feet in and showed me how to lace it all up. I stood up but wobbled a bit after a few steps I could walk fine. I walked over to kyle, " hey barefoot, wheres your heels?" They all laughed.
Helen laughed again then said" hon, boys don't wear heels, oh my I've just realised I don't know your name,"

"um, it's thorn," they looked shocked when I said that. Kyle said" But your so pretty why would you be named thorn, maybe we should give you a new name, I think rosaleena sounds better," Helen, mark and kyle nodded in agreement. From the whole time samual didn't say a word. A horn was sounded and kyle grabbed my hand and we all fastly walked out the house and to the main square, there were more angels there all with gold wings and many stared as I walked along.
I walked along, sometimes I slightly wobbled but other than that I was fine, I bit my lip, being around so many angels made me uncomfortable. Kyle had mistaken my discomfort as me being nervous so he held my hand and gave me a reassuring smile. We were all hearded to the centre of what I pressumed as heaven, there in filthy chains was...damon. His eyes widdened as he saw me, then smirked at the clothes I was wearing, I was stood so close to him that it was unbearable. My grip on kyles hand tightened, he just whispered to me, trying to make me less nervous. I looked back to damon then he gave me a chilling glare, he made a lunge for me then grabbed my wrist. He held me tightly then said," Get me out of these chains then she will be safe and I will make my leave," He grabbed my hair roughly then sneered," How are you enjoying life? How far along are you..."

Everybody looked at me in shock, I could hear whispers about me, I hissed back at damon," Let me go and shut up,"

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 16.11.2011

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