In the last hours of your life on the battle field. A wound oozing blood off your stomach as you look up at the night sky. A soft glow appears in the sky and it seems to be coming towards you. Your blurry eyes adjusting as you can't seem to figure out whether it was a bird or a human figure. As it reaches down, you hear a soft echo.

You take soft desperate breathes as it becomes a bit clearer that it looks like someone but with wings. You can't describe it.

"..Worry not, I'm here..", You hear a faint voice. You feel your body being held and taken off. Your last of memory till you wake up to gently paper and pen strokes in a room.