My eyes shone with fear at my previous mate, who's face had hatred all over it. His red eyes blared into my very soul, as his body began to change. The beautiful, feathery wings that had once grown gracefully from his body had been replaced by ugly, and grotesque skinned gliders, that stuck out of his body like a dagger through body.
"Seth...No..." I mumbled quietly, feeling myself being dragged away from him. It was my instinct to back away from anything dangerous...But before this happened, Seth would have been there to protect me.
My heart raced as Seth took steps towards me, his lips dripping with angry, evil narcissism. "You deserve this, Lyra. After all I did for you, is this how you thank me?"
"No, Seth! It wasn't my fault! Please, understand!" I screamed at him, but the words didn't seem to get through his head. Something strange and awful was happening to him, something infectious and dark. It was like a disease.
It was a disease.
Taking a deep breath, I put on a straight face. "No, this is not my final stand."
I opened my feathered wings, and soared down from the mountain peak, brushing through tree tops and swishing through the endless scrub and vines.
I knew I would never see Seth in his devine form again, but now was not the time. Knowing him so well, he would soon conjour an army together and try to defeat me. I know that I must do the same, and fight against Seth.
No matter how much I disliked the idea.
"Seth...No..." I mumbled quietly, feeling myself being dragged away from him. It was my instinct to back away from anything dangerous...But before this happened, Seth would have been there to protect me.
My heart raced as Seth took steps towards me, his lips dripping with angry, evil narcissism. "You deserve this, Lyra. After all I did for you, is this how you thank me?"
"No, Seth! It wasn't my fault! Please, understand!" I screamed at him, but the words didn't seem to get through his head. Something strange and awful was happening to him, something infectious and dark. It was like a disease.
It was a disease.
Taking a deep breath, I put on a straight face. "No, this is not my final stand."
I opened my feathered wings, and soared down from the mountain peak, brushing through tree tops and swishing through the endless scrub and vines.
I knew I would never see Seth in his devine form again, but now was not the time. Knowing him so well, he would soon conjour an army together and try to defeat me. I know that I must do the same, and fight against Seth.
No matter how much I disliked the idea.