Mind death to war. I had complained life was mundane, I had wanted it to be a bit interesting, but the line of death was not what I had expected to see. I stood at the balcony looking out at the winged beings that had taken the sky. Demons with leathery wings and eyes like burning coals soared through the air, their screeches tearing through the night.
The shadows moved below, a mass of darkness that writhed and twisted, taking forms that were both ghastly and mesmerizing. It was scary, the kind of fear that seeps into your bones and grips your heart with icy fingers.
Amidst the chaos, my thoughts turned to Dimitri. He had hurt me, deeply, but the worry for him gnawed at my insides. He was out there, somewhere, in the midst of this nightmare. On one end, I yearned for his safety; on the
