Twilight in a cedar forest is a peaceful sight… that is, as long as you're not fleeing for your life through it.
I was running… running faster and faster, as hard as I could… perhaps even faster. There was the ever present sound of flapping wings, the beat almost becoming like a drum as it seemed to get closer, no matter how fast I ran.
I would have ran off the cliff if I didn't notice the sudden end of the forest I was running in. the great cedar trees ended, and then I had five or ten feet of rocks and sparse vegetation before the drop off.
My heart seemed to be trying to pound out of my chest as I stood staring down. My short seventeen years flashed in a blur as the wing beats came closer and closer. I had planned on going to school and becoming a vet, or something with animals. I had wanted to climb every ladder that it took to getting the home of my dreams with a beautiful yard with a bunch of pets.
"There you are my little siren."
I spun to stare at my demise. He was tall, muscular-but not too muscular, with dark hair on his head, jet black wings keeping him hovering above the earth. His clothing was nothing more than a pair of leggings and boots, both black leather. To any other girl, he would have been a hot dream come true, but I knew better-I looked in his blood red eyes and saw the darkness in his heart and soul and mind.
"Give me the jewel," he said in what could have been described as a kind, gentle voice, but I almost stepped back, my foot slipping off the edge as I clutched a leather pouch to my chest.
I didn't know what was so special about the jewel that no doubt was inside-or at least my conscious mind didn't but my subconscious one did.
"I will not give it to the likes of you. If you want it, you'll have to get your wings wet!" I snarled, and without another thought, I jumped back off the cliff, almost reverse swan diving in a way, except I was still clutching the pouch to my chest and was staring up as the dark being above me started to dive towards me.
If he caught me, I was dead. There would be nothing that would stop him from whatever it was he was planning. I could only hope something dragged me to the bottom of the ocean before he could grab me.
Then something coming up from below caught me, collecting me in a gentle and protective embrace as we soared above the being that had been after me.
"Today must not be your day, Sammael," a warm and caring voice stated from above my head, and I looked up at the voices owner.
He had dark hair like Sammael, but he had a kinder light about him, and his wings were an ashen grey, instead of the black of the one who rose to meet him head on.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't little goody two shoes William. I wondered why she seemed so… uppity."
William's black eyes seemed to burn like embers. "You think I control her? I do not think there is a force in heaven or hell that could control her."
Sammael smirked. "Then, I shall have your head, and she shall be broken!" and he lunged.
I awoke in a cold sweat, my hair plastered to my face. I swallowed, running a hand through my hair.
"What the hell was that?!"