The Symphony

Achaiah opened her eyes, feeling excruciating pain. Her whole body was aching. It was unbearable. She felt sudden cuts on her legs and arms. She looked down, groaning. She was covered in blood and mud. Debris of marble and first fast-growing feathers were flying all over her as if released from a spell.

And indeed, Achaiah's spell was broken.

The storm was raging, the lightnings were striking. Torrential rain was falling down, cleansing her body from dirt, crust and red drops. She was no longer a marble statue. Her body was alive again. Battle-scarred, wounded, yet miraculously alive.

Bewildered, she put shaking hands on the nearby rock. And then, something happened. She heard strange notes. Through the pounding rain and roaring thunder, the first tunes of a haunting and sad melody drifted to her.

They need us, she thought, remembering the battle, the horror and archangel, who changed them into statues. They need us, she repeated slowly in her mind. She looked around, seeing her companions. The war was not over. Some of them were still out there, waiting for help. And she was all alone in the middle of a rainstorm, bleeding heavily. The only angel released from a dangerous spell, her friends turned into statues.

What was she to do now?


Credits:
Achaiah: CrowsReign-Stock
Statues:  neverFading-stock 
Rocks: krallear-stock
Castle: TheEdeonKnight
Skulls: thalija-STOCK
Lightnings: Blackmoons32 tobaal
Rain: dbszabo1
Clouds: xkmmcgourin
Hourglass: obscurepairing
Debris: FrostBo
Marble wings: elisafox-stock
Feathers:  Kansheera-Stock
Water splashes: redheadstock
Birds: midnightstouch
Textures: Black-B-o-x 

+some parts painted
+my own resources. Some of them I share with you here: feainne-stock


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