Black-Fallen-Angels

Part 01 The soft singing of the creature of the night somewhere in the distance began to travel through the silent air as the sun sunk beyond the snow tip mountains along the horizon. Bright red and orange lights scattered across the sky; the fluffy, white clouds soon became a light peach color. A cool, bitter wind that came from the north, blew the dead remnants of autumn leaves as it drafted in, promising a night even colder than the nights before. The fierce beating of wings could be heard overhead as birds flew toward the setting sun, a small black feather falling to the ground and landing next to a silent female that stood on the e