Rael POV
I woke up to the sound of humming by the lake. The intensity it brought jolted me up and running in search of the source.
Scorched the greedy lump,
Ditch the foolish gourmet,
High up in the air,
O watched the souks get perish.
O, dear the rumbling souls,
I ought to eat you sooner.
Before my kids awake,
I mend the sky together,
A dais is what I'll make,
For the angel who sought our freedom.
The humming ended before I could reach it, but I continued running. The agony of being unable to reach the voice was deadlier than death itself.
Ange... Angelica!
"But I am not Angelica... Rael."
I skidded to a stop at the voice. The darkness rippled, opening a pathway of wisteria trees surrounding a pitch-black lake, reflecting the starlight on the sky.
A silhouette lit up by th
