*Took a break from novel and wrote this. It is from a writing prompt and an old RP character*
I woke up covered in blood, and all I had left of my wings was a single, solitary feather that I held in my hand.
<what the hell happened!? where the hell are my wings!?> I tried to ask out loud, but it only came through in my head.
A deep voice that I knew I should recognize answered the questions.
((Look around you and then maybe you will understand.))
I looked around and saw piles of bodies around me, the midnight feathers that once flared out from my back scattered on top of them, tattered and dotted with blood. I reached behind me and only felt nubs that once were beautiful raven wings and pain ripped through me as my fingers brushed the broken bones. I screamed in anguish.
<WHY! I served her as well as you did! I did as she asked! Why would she take my wings away save this one perfect feather?>
**She did not take your wings. You did. You were crazed throughout this battle, like you were possessed. We tried to stop you but whatever possessed you made you stronger than the three of us together.**
Once I heard them explain what happened, I realized the voices answering me were my fellow warriors.
<Where are you? Why are you not with me?>
((Until you figure a way to regrow your wings, you are stuck on Earth. We will watch over you and Mother will see that you are at least healed and taken care of, but YOU must find out why you were crazed and how you can get your wings back.))
**We must go dearest sister. But remember you can call on us and we shall answer**
When they left, the only thing that could be heard was my wracking sobs and the caws from the crows and the raspy, hissing sounds of the vultures as they fed on the dead.