You had been laying on the forest floor for Celestia knows how long, the snow around you tinted red with blood as about a dozen corpses lay around you. It smelled bad, like rotting flesh and gases, but you could hardly move. Your body ached, your vision blurry and making your head throbbed every time you tried to open your eyes.

You had been a part of a traveling group, but a surprise assassination ambush had come and put a stop to your journeys, and now your friends, the people you considered family, laid dead around you.

It was cold, and you could tell it was snowing again, and it would only be a matter of time before you were dead too. However, a set of footsteps nearby gave you the smallest flicker of hope, and you forced your eyes open, looking up only to see a young woman, who looked absolutely ethereal in the light of the snow.

“Are you an angel…”

You mumbled, and she gave you a small smile, crouching down and brushing your hair away from your face gently.