Suddenly, a soft and weak voice, like that of a girl, reached my ears. It seemed to come from the forest.
I was still for a few seconds, doubting. I thought that if I left without warning, maybe others would follow me ... or maybe not.
But if I ignored that voice, what if someone really was hurting her? What if they were torturing her ... or worse?
Without thinking twice, I went into the forest. It was immense, dark, and the trees seemed to close on me with each step.
At the same time, the voice kept calling me, weak but persistent, guiding me among the weeds like a distant whisper that I could not ignore.
After running several meters, I finally saw it.
A girl lay on the ground, being brutally beaten by someone ... an angel. I knew it for its white wings stained with blood. He raised his fist once again, as if he were going to kill her with his own hands.
"Detail!" I shouted without thinking.
The angel turned to me with an expression full of rage. He released the girl as if it were a rag and, before moving away, he gave him a brutal kick in the abdomen. She fell unconscious.
Then, he took out his sword and, with a perverse smile, licked the edge covered with blood.
"Wow, how rude," he said in a mocking voice. No one taught you that you should not get where they don't call you.
The angel pointed to me with his sword, mocking, and in a blink he threw himself towards me at a superhuman speed.
I barely kill myself to the side. The edge passed so close that I felt the wind touch my neck.
"You're not anything without your wings," I released, more for a reflection than by courage.
His eyes lit fury. He roared like a beast and began to attack me without rest, unleashing a rain of cuts that could barely dodge.
That was when I remembered it: I had no weapons. Not a sword, not a dagger ... not even anything to defend me. I was completely unarmed.
The angel stopped for a second and looked at me, as if he noticed my despair. A crooked smile was drawn on his face.
Without giving me time to react, he launched again. I tried to depart, but it was too late.
His sword reached me. I felt an unbearable burning and, looking at my left hand, I saw that three of my fingers had been cut from rennet.
The pain was unbearable. The blood dripped my mutilated hand, but I knew I couldn't afford to fall. I couldn't run away.
This fight would only end when one of the two stopped breathing.
And then, just when I felt my strength abandoned me, I heard it.
A voice. Gentle. Serena Female
"Don't fear ..."
He resonated within my mind like an echo, and although I had never heard it before, it turned out to me ... familiar.
For a moment, I stopped paying attention to the angel. My mind was trapped in that voice.
And it was enough.
When I focused again, I was already facing me. His sword shone, ready to cross my abdomen. I couldn't move. I didn't have how to defend me.
This is the end, I thought.
But just then, I felt a strange tingling in my left hand. I looked for a reflection ... and my fingers, which had lost seconds ago, were beginning to regenerate.
The meat formed slowly, as if time backed up alone in that part of my body.