Mary stood on the top of the cliff, staring out at the burning land. The volcano still spewed that golden and red liquid, bringing more screams. Whatever it was, she liked it. Something tugged in her chest, almost physically pulling her towards the people far far below, but she resisted. That feeling, like something was missing… It was all because of that strange cyclops angel thing. It was messing with her head and trying to warp her. That was not going to happen, not at all.
“This is the perfect place…” She mumbled, closing her eyes and spreading her new found wings. They were a bit strange at times, but they were the only change she welcomed. Who wouldn’t want wings? She could finally get rid of the causes of those weird feelings.
But were they really all that bad? A treacherous little part of her mind whispered. “No! I have to get ride of them! And the only way is by this!” Mary shouted, stomping her foot down on the last patch of grass. It was crushed almost instantly, succumbing to the heat from fire spotty mountain. “I won’t let it change me! This is who I have always been! There is no other me!” But something still felt wrong.
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