Narrative writing | The fallen
THE FALLEN He didn’t mean to kill her. It was accidental, she slipped away from the cliff so quickly and ever so quietly. She had accidently let go of his claws while he was pulling her up, but it was his fault for not catching her as she fell. He soared down the cliff until he was hovering above her lifeless body. He reached out a claw and brushed her wing aside, revealing deep cuts. Her necklace, which had shattered, lay beside her and the egg she had been holding was in her claws. She had done everything to make sure that the princess egg was not scratched or broken. It was up to him to protect the egg now and bring it to Mt. Calabar where his brother, Vexil, would be waiting. He took to the air calmly and quietly, soaring past rocks and Boulders until he was above the ravine. Mt. Calabar was just ahead. If I could just make it to the cliff. Lightning burst through the air, striking the trees and setting them alight. Then all of a sudden ...