"You need to kill him, you understand?" the old hag told Aselia. She had a crooked nose and intelligent sea-green eyes.
"Kill who?" Aselia was perplexed and agitated, who was she talking about? Who was she?
"Do it, you are the only one who can do it," the old woman disappeared in the wisp of black smoke. Leaving her to ponder in the dark, she couldn't see anything. Where was she? Why was it so dark? It was cold and Aselia felt herself freezing. She rubbed her hands together but it was of no use.
Suddenly, something bright descended from the sky, there was so much light that it blinded her. She squinted her eyes to see what it was, and all she could see were white majestic wings. As someone swiftly landed right in front of her. Was that an angel? Her heart thudded at the sight of this magnificent creature clad in all white with so very long flowing hair.
