It wasn't supposed to happen

There is fire and there is chaos. Screams of the forgotten echo in the forsaken land. Ash smothers the air, blackening lungs. The voices beg for mercy, beg for help, beg for salvation.

Arcie can't breathe. They stare up at the sky, a poisonous orange hue and prays for mercy.

Arcie stares up wide eyed at the clouds as they part to reveal an angel.

The angel is leaving the heavens. Leaving the serenity that is beyond them to save them.

Arcie reaches out a shaky arm, trembling with exhaustion. Their vision blurs.

They feel Themself being pulled into warm arms and blearily looks up at his savior.

Blonde hair and kind blue eyes stare down at them these silky black inky wings hang on the persons back

Arcie breathes. Their safe.