The sound of bush rustling stirred Calista awake. She can’t remember the past days it’s all a blur of people, blood, and tears, her body collapses on her when she tries to get up her strength only enough to lift her head up to look into the night sky. Her eyes move to look around. Is she in the woods?

She looks down at her skin it’s not it’s usually pale color instead it’s a light gray. She try’s to talk it’s incoherent mumble jumbo. She can hear someone. A person. They have a soft voice and she can hear their feet stepping on leaves, branches. She can hear everything. She lifts her head up her bangs falling over her face the night sky now a bright shade. No. Her eyes try to focus better and she sees it’s not the sky it’s a person. There shining like a bright light. Like the light when you die.

“Are you an angel..?” Then everything goes black.

Calista’s eyes open again and she’s not on the ground of the woods again she’s on a bed. It’s soft and feels like leather. Then she looks over and it’s that person the one who shines like the morning sun “..where.. are we, am I dead?”