Neivayka

Neivayka’s body was completely taken over. The pain and the agony dropped her to the ground before she could move another inch.

“Neivayka!” she heard Pontius shout.

His voice sounded like it came from a distance, and when she looked up to find him, she found her vision fading… becoming tunneled until it was completely gone. Suddenly she was in a room… a dark, dank room with her body strapped to a table. A hand was touching her forehead, and she could feel the power coming from it, but it didn’t harm her in any way. The pain from her back was the one sensation that she could sort through. It felt like something was being removed from her back, but that didn’t make sense since she didn’t have anything that could be taken off there.

She turned her head and found in horror that she had shredded wings connected to her back. One was hanging limply, half on and half off. The beautiful, bright vibrant colors were now covered in blood and shredded.