As she flew through the sky, the air was bitter cold, rushing and freezing her little wings. She is free. “The beauty of freedom,” she thought. The wind stopped and her wings frozen. Unable to flap...

A girl stood in the center of the clearing. Her back was turned, but Aisling could see that she was beautiful. Her hair was golden and flowing; her skin was as pale and flawless as cream as it shone radiantly...

Allison struggled to keep her eyes open. They were heavy, unresponsive, but at least they were feeding her good intel. She still knew the layout of the hospital room she was in. She could still see the...