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She writhed in violent convulsions. Thrashing against the wall, oblivious to the pain, she continued on in slumber. Aurora Mirela had no way of knowing what she was seeing. It all came in muted blurs of confusion. Mouths moved sound never came out. She was dazzled by the reality of these dreams. From the look in the peoples’ eyes to the passion of which they seemed to be speaking.
One specific person drew her attention though. A girl of about eighteen. Not much older than herself. Only four years difference between them at the most. She had a resemblance to Aurora. Not like a physical one, no. The girl had blood red hair and green eyes. She was much prettier than Aurora. Aurora had black hair and blazing blue eyes. They always held sadness. While this girl’s held power and threat. No it was more of what was held inside those eyes.
They were lost from the ones they loved. That was it. They were lonely and they had one more thing. A look of innocence. Even though this girl seemed to be the bad girl in this dream she seemed as if she had no idea of what had come over her. What kind of demon had possessed her? Aurora did not know. But there was something more. She had seen this face before in her life. Her mother used to say “Raluca misses you dear.” But all she remembers now is the words sister and gone forever. She never heard anything more.
Aurora knew that this was her sister. Somehow she knew and would not give up until she found her and said how she missed her and get to know her like a sister should. Nothing would be better than having a big sister to connect to. They both seemed alike why couldn’t they be closer. But then the image faded to form a new one. The same girl was face to face with a horrible monster. A girl of the same age was talking in a foreign language. Muttering some kind of incantation. Aurora thrashed violently again.
The young woman fell to the ground in a folded heap. Aurora read the lips of the incantator. Raluca was her name. The girl on the ground, Raluca, lifted one hand and snatched a sword from the one standing. She sat up quick and brushed the edge of the sword across the standers throat. With a soundless scream and a shudder that rattled even Aurora’s bones the other girl fell to the ground too. Raluca shifted herself and scooted toward another body.
A young man. She sat there crying into his shirt until she too finally lay in a lifeless heap. The last thing Aurora saw was a beautiful girl of the age fifteen drag a few bodies behind her while shaking her head. The girl had hair as dark as night and eyes as red as the sun. A sight that you should never want for your last. The sight of the Angel of Death.
A deadly beauty. She resides on the lives of the dead and the dying. A cruel but compassionate young girl who died in a tragic accident. An accident that was intended. Just and accidental intention. Aurora recoiled at the sight. In her dream she was the size of an ant and not seen but she could feel the fear of all the people. And then another creature appeared. A boy. With wings. “You know what you must do. Find her and protect her. Go now!” the angel whispered harshly. The boy spread his wings and pushed off the ground hard. Aurora could not see his face nor hear a name. She could only hear the angel speak. An odd occurrence.
One she could not, and may never, understand.