"He was tumbling through the air, colors flashing before his eyes, wind howling around him. Reaching out he hoped to grip something, anything, to slow down his fall." Innocent falling angel?
I scan the area for monsters. None. A twig snaps behind me and I run. My legs are getting strong after an entire year of running away. I ran for two hours with one stop and still feel like something is following me. I collapse and take a gulp of water. "Asthma and running a lot dont go well together." I think. I wish someone was here. Someone to take me to a safe place. ((Percy Jackson OPEN RP))
From Victim to Survivor to Thriver.
It wasn’t like any city he’d ever seen. It had had harsh edges, dirty metal, spikes and looming towers. And yet it held a beauty that was hard to comprehend.