Densel x Aurelia

But before she could jump into the air, spread those majestic white feathered wings and rise to play with the winds; twirl along with the bevy of singing birds and enjoy the shimmering light on her skin, without worry that it would burn her and make her suffer in great ache...

Before she could rise from the white soil, dark hands with bony fingers slid over her wrists and ankles, brushing over her airy body, making it freeze. Her lips were parted, just to call out in this never-ending space. Maybe there was someone to hear her. Maybe someone dared to approach and release her from these shadows, that came as they wished, and cared for her soul.

Instead of collapsing, she found the strength. They were ripping her dress. Biting down to the spine, eating every feather with their greedy mouths, until there was nothing left aside from the bare eternal flesh of a siren and stumps of bleeding wings.

A nightmare had caught her.

A scream without a voice escaped, as did the unearthly being, by fighting forward. The dream sequence continued in slow motion as Aurelia thrust on and on, her body falling over the cliff. They tried to catch her shadow, but were left behind by the power of light that slipped away from her core. They howled. They lost the game. They crawled behind her and lingered for a while on the edge, their eyes following the falling of a star.

She fell towards the abyss, like a seed of the Heavens. The halo shone around her shell, making the darkness flee. Those very long strands of albino hair floated around her like a pillow of grace; though it wasn't enough to stop her. 

"Whom had attacked my dream sequence?" She wandered, her eyes open wide.

Voices.

Beneath.

In this freezing darkness.

Two souls.

Like a candle, hope started to flicker in her night.

"Who?"

Her body landed between two men, hitting the ground with a chime. Those white, almost transparent strands of snow white hair covered her awfully pale skin. She was still breathing, and was unable to wake up in the real time. In the real world.

These small and fragile fingers moved, just enough to let the men know that she was alive. Though, these baby blue eyes remained closed. The nightmares, they still howled, screaming and cursing about their loss. Hesistant to go down, to follow, but something held them back.

White blood streamed out from the ruins of her wings. The body gleamed, the body of the creature of the light. On this moment the sky in the reality kept being clear, and the birds still sang their sweet melodies, knowing nothing about the disturbances. The back of the girl's body bled...