It was dim and gloomy, and the air felt musky and full of what I could only describe as sinister. I couldn't help but feel as though something was array.
I felt a faint wind brush across the feathers covering my back, sending a chill up my spine. The only sound that I could hear was like wings flapping continuously in the distant skies. I turned towards the touch of wind, gazing through the mass of feathers clouding my view.
A hand brushed back the feathers, his dark eyes piercing through mine with a sense of uncontainable joy. I couldn't stop myself from smiling up at him, receiving a bright smile in return.
Without thought, I lifted