Page 12 of Wings of The Wraith
Out of the window...
My breath hitched in my throat making me swallow my scream. Just as I was certain I would hit the ground and die, die, die, strong, powerful hands grabbed hold of me, scooping me up and holding me against a steel chest.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I soared up and up into the sky.
Up and up I went and then a standstill.
I opened my eyes and met the piercing dark eyes of a man with striking features, so handsome, beautiful even, that I wanted to stare.
I couldn’t even begin to think of the craziness of this whole situation and here I was getting all weak kneed over a man.
A man with...wings?
Bright white wings flapped out on either side of us, brilliant in their illumination but darkened by black tips.
I was too stunned to think. Too stunned to do anything besides freak out.
But I wasn’t freaking out in the sense of screaming uncontrollably and bawling my eyes out. I was the other kind of freaked out. The kind where you were so shocked it rendered your body immobilized and useless.
“Give her to me, tainted one.” Balmora. That was her speaking now.
We were in the air, several thousand feet from the ground. So high in the sky the clouds surrounded us.
She was here, too. I looked over my shoulder and saw her. That dark mass engulfed her and her awful, demonic face was the only thing I could see against the darkness of her and the night.
“What kind of magic are you using these days Balmora.” The man asked.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out. Give the girl to me now.”
“No, I don’t think so. I’m keeping her for myself.”
Balmora hissed and the sound was everywhere.
“Hold on tight princess.” The man said to me.
Waves of sound came at us all at once, along with a blast. It pushed me closer to the man and I circled my arms around his neck.
When I did that something strange happened. It was like I knew him.
I knew him,but how.
How would I know him?
Energy filled me, consuming my body. Heating me up everywhere. It was so strong I had to let go.
My hands were on fire. Black and white flames leapt from my hand. It flickered from my hands the same way it did from the man’s wings.
It grew in radiance and power and suddenly it surrounded the both of us.
The energy balls that came from the two of us created a vibrant ball of fire the man threw at Balmora. The blast reminded me of the atomic bomb explosions I’d seen on documentaries.
Balmora screamed, then she wailed.
I tried to look past the blast to see what was happening, but then it was like I was sucked into something and everywhere was gray. Gray like a nightmare.
My head was spinning; spinning around and around like I was on one of those carnival rides.
The man flew down to the ground and set me down.
