• She raises her hand and brushes back a strand of blond hair from her face. Her black wings spread open and small feathers linger in the air. Those familiar blue eyes smile upon the blossoming stars, and a tear slides down her blushing cheeks and falls from her chin. Her silver dress lays gracefully next to her sides and the delicate designs complement her every curve. A gust of wind flows through the many grasses of the golden ocean, and her hair drifts with it as the autumn leaves carry away memories of a sad past. Her wings catch the wind and she lifts from the ground flying faster and faster, flowing through the clouds, and her black wings sparkle and shine until the glowing of a white angel is all that is seen. The wolves lift their heads and send a mighty howl into the heavens so all can turn and catch a glimpse of the gracious angel of the night