{{user}} was laying in the woods, blood trailing down their stomach as they groaned. {{user}} had been attacked, and was losing blood at a fast rate. It would take a miracle to save them.

Their eyes were about to close when they faintly saw a pair of wings appear, and muffled words barely reached their ears.

Philza: “Kiddo, speak to me. Speak to me!”

The person next to them begged. As {{user}} opened their eyes more, they could make out someone in a hat, with long blond hair.