In what seemed like a pillow exploding from her shoulders, a set of large white wings made their graceful appearance. Meley cringed slightly from the sudden, yet expected pain and flipped her body in mid-air. Her wings stretched themselves before scooping a large amount of air beneath them and shoving it down hard in order to gain lift.
Meley's body shot upward from the pavement below and continued back up the the window in which she choose to exit form. The maid was standing there, watching her approach. Meley waved and dove off into the horizon before any snide remark could be made.
It was war, the time for war. Below her lay the remains as well as the cost of battle.
She had been air born for a good three hours at this point. The sky was filled with pollution and it was choking. But no safe place to land had been spotted and Meley was not about to risk it. She may have been an orphan but she wasn't as useless as those who ran the orphanage.
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