The Girl With the Golden Wings
Ash covered the landscape, withering black roots pushed up from the dirt. Columns were burned and broken, littering the ground. The sky was a charcoal sullen grey, it looked like the place slowly had crippled up in the last couple of centuries. The first thought that came to my mind was Who the heck set this place on fire? I glanced at the cat; thinking that maybe it'd tell me why it brought me here. The cat flicked it's tail at the ruins, almost like it was saying, follow me. Gnarled branches of sooty trees reached towards the cat, brushing it's fur longingly. Mystically, wisps of emerald-green swirled around the branches, returning them to their original brown.
I gazed at the wisps in awe as they repaired the branches-it was obviously the its work. The cat disappeared into a underbrush of foliage. I winced slightly as thorns brushed my legs, unsuccessfully trying to catch up with it. The cat glanced back at me, flicking its tail impatiently. The cat was perched on a body, forlornly grieving in silent words. I cautiously approached the body, fearful of what I'd find. Laying on the ground under a burnt, collapsed column was a girl with golden wings. Her wings were glistening in the peeking sun, her stunning wings absorbing its radiating rays.
I gasped; admiring the way the sun reflected off her wings and gave off a beam of brilliant light. The girl lay in an awkward position-her leg was twisted under her, and her face was white as a sheet. Leaves littered her brunette hair, soot was streaked across her face. I understood the urgency of the situation, but it was likely the girl had passed on. The cat stared at me with mournful puppy-eyes as it nestled under the girl's neck.
A wave of anxiety and stress washed over me; I abruptly sat down on a pile of leaves. I tucked my head between my legs, breathing slowly and softly, taking in the realization that my life was slowly changing. A tree-hugging cat, a girl with golden wings.. now what?! I was still a nobody though, just a lowly-life criminal. I was a nobody.. that had no one. Tears slipped out of my eyes and rolled down my face. A wet nose touched mine; I was eye-to-eye with the cat. I pet the cat softly with care, it's worried and crestfallen eyes bored into mine. All I had was a odd cat, my family gone.
It was my punishment though, Rage churned in me like a savage, wild animal. "I HATE YOU, COUNCIL OF LIGHT!" I shrieked. The cat mewed softly, craning its ears back, looking at me reluctantly. "I wasn't yelling at you, I promise. You're my only friend." I murmured. They'd taken my family from me. They forced me to watch, and instructed me to be hidden in the crowd, telling them that I never cared. That I'd never show up. I watched my sister die.
Many times I'd vowed to get my revenge. Their name was a lie. They were twisted, cruel people. Yes, I'd stolen a couple relics at the time, but I was young then; and not knowledgeable and cunning enough not to become caught.
A soft wince interrupted my thoughts. One of her wings were crooked, bent at an abnormal angle. "Are you awake?" I asked awkwardly. The girl shifted slightly under the column, opening her azure eyes. "Who are you?" she whispered. I didn't even have an answer to that. Who was I? I ignored her question on purpose, trying to think of a brisk solution of freeing her. Perhaps I could cut off a tree branch with my pocket knife.... but would it be able to fit under such a wide column? I stood up reluctantly, my eyes were begging me to sleep.
I scanned the wide clearing for thick branches. Something in the forest shifted-a quick flash of yellow, hungry eyes. I stood frozen in place; breathing shallowly with fear. No, no, no.... a deadly scratching noise came from the heart of the forest. Shivers ran up my arms. I slowly backed away; my heart thumping in my chest. Everything was silent, except for the eerie wind that sounded like howling. A mundane-looking shadowy form approached from the forest. Adrenaline rushed through me; forcing me to go on. I sprinted in the other direction, hopping over rubble like a madman.
I glanced back; and saw that it was right behind me. I panted, going into a full-on sprint again, wishing I could just stop and rest. My legs were sore to the point I felt like I was about to collapse. The shadowy form was a couple feet from me now. I stopped, and gave up. What was the point anymore? In the blink of an eye, the shadow was inches from my face. It had hair.. lips.. eyes. I gasped; stumbling back, a silent scream trying to burst out of me.
The world was getting black.. dimming at the edges. The world was in slow motion... I closed my eyes-and passed out.
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. Other than that, though, your 2nd paragraph is fine.
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