She felt a tug on her arm and her eyes flew open. The winged man stood over her, his fingers smoothed over her arm and the warmth returned. He moved to the other arm and pulled gently, caressing it as he did the other.
"Am I dreaming?"
He tilted his head with a complex look, staring into her eyes. Again, peace fell over her.
"Are you an angel?"
He took a step back and turned away.
“Wait,” she said reaching for him. Her eyes widened and she circled her arm around. She smiled and looked up at him. "Amazing." She lifted the other arm and laughed. She tried to pull herself up, but it was no use. "Well, I can't complain at this point."
His eyes were glowing and his mouth turned up slightly. She almost missed it, as he glided to the door.
"What are you?"
His confused expression returned and he glided out of the room.
She huffed, throwing her arms down at her sides and looked back up at the ceiling, analyzing the mural.
A story lay within the decorated art. The full moon shone and a battle brewed. A fight between the wolf man and the winged man, ending with the wolf man shackled to the wall howling up at the moon with the winged man keeping an eye on him. Off in the distance a young woman sat on a bench staring up at the moonlit sky. She took a closer look at the girl and gasped. The resemblance was astonishing.
He flew into the room a worried expression crossed his face.
She pointed up at the mural, “Is that me?” He looked at the mural and walked over to her. She pointed at the woman in the painting and then at herself. His jaw locked. “Is it? Who are you? Where am I?” He backed away and she screamed. He glided back to her and gazed into her eyes. She fell silent.
“Rest,” he said in a melancholy tone. She drifted at once.
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