the first battle

  Another night of restless sleep. I could feel the perspiration on my forehead before i even awoke. I soon noticed i was not alone and my nightmares werent really nightmares. I was connected to hell, the burning trenches, the underworld.  within my dream i was enveloped by a dark prince. Beautiful he was, long black hair to the shoulder with a slight lick of flames. His eyes purple and though he was supposed to be evil his soul clear and vibrant. he chose path not many have taken. its hard to stray away from fate, but how does he end up by me.

 

  I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and zipped up my leather combat suit. unpracticle was the first word that came to my mind. Battle would rise soon and i had no time to argue, just focus. I began to stray from taylor all ready i knew our feelings were foolish. The lion shall never love the lamb only hunt it.

 

   The final shot rang out it was time. i stood my position towards the back taylor in front of me. flaming arrows, mind power surges as i like to call them, guns all at fire. I blocked as long as i could but then i saw the mysterious man from my dreams. i became unfocused my head pulsed and the arrow penetrated the skin. Within moments Taylor was gone in a mist of fog. All that was left was blood, Scarlett covered grass. I didnt feel hurt only slightly defeated. Nolan led me to the canopy of the trees. Dark angels have strong leap often compared to flying. There was no strain in my leap nothing was different. Nolan left hastily to get back to war. the tree moved almost as i it had been acted upon by weight.