The angel stands on the edge of a cliff waiting. She had been there for hours watching the churning sea below and praying. She feels the electricity thicken in the air. Her long dark hair lifts in the wind whipping her cheeks.
She jumps to her feet and smiles. It was coming. The angel timidly extends her hand, palm up in the wind. The shock of lighting striking her is amazing.
His face is burned into her sight. She gasps at the image. He seems so familiar yet she has no memory of him. It's clear and crisp. This is the man she is suppose to save.
A shiver travels down her spine and she feels a dark chill. Darkness has touched this man and she has little time left. She runs to her black horse waiting by the wooden fence posts. She pats her bags checking the tethers holding them. Tightening her grip, she vaults. Into her saddle urging him into motion. This would be a long ride to him.
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