Ch. 4 The Angel of Death
I was standing watch while everyone slept for tonight, when I heard wings flapping. I figured it was just Honoo coming back from scouting, but then the flapping stopped and there were no other sounds. So, either he had landed with no sound what-so-ever or he had transported, neither of which Honoo could do. I spun around to see a bright red eye, with a black lined, white pupil(there were no whites). He was about six feet tall and had black hair that went down past his knees, with a forelock that covered his left eye. He wore black, baggy pants and a shirt that had a long right sleeve and the left was missing. He had black wings—one was a dragon the other was feathered, and his finger nails were claws.
I was frozen, a horrible feeling of fear washing over me. He turned towards Kyon who, was still laying on the ground, but I still couldn't move. He walked slowly towards Kyon. I tried my best to move but I couldn't even twitch, I tried to yell out, but I couldn't even moan. He got close to the Centaur and stretched his hand out.
Suddenly there was a shout from the sky and Honoo dived out of the sky at the man. But he vanished and Honoo went rolling across the ground. I fell to my knees and gasped, "Who was that?" I asked myself, not really expecting an answer.
"The Angel of Death," Honoo said rubbing the back of his head. He was still sitting on the ground. "Oh crap," he said to himself noticing his wing had broken, and the other had torn.
"What?" I asked. "How do you know?"
"Because," he said looking me straight in the eyes, his fire flaring around him, "I saw him. That day. The day of the forest fire."
Sorry for taking so long to update, I lost all the stuff on my comp, so I had to restart, also sorry for writing so little;