My whole body aches, I know I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be seen, but I don't care. I have escaped. I have done it. But even knowing that, I dive under the layer of foilage.
Once I feel am sheltered from the hostile forces outside, I begin to think. How? How did I do it? How did I rise above the monsters in the dark pit? How...did I fly?
Then I get it. My whole body was aching, including a pair of something beside my shoulder blades.....
I have a pair of wings.
I try to get a better look at them. They're red and have a spike at the end of each tip. They're dragon wings. But that's not possible. I tell myself. How did they get a hold of that kind of DNA? They died years ago....
I only know a few things: I have been mutated, I escaped the demons, and I am on the run. I take a deep breath.
It's time to move on.