His red hair flowed in the soft breeze as he buried his feet into the grass. The boy pointed his gaze towards the white palace. It was a marvelous palace with a thick wall, a gate with an eastern design, and a dome above in a golden color. Mirac had a good view as he stood on the highest hills, his wings spreading in white angel feathers and his clothes being of golden armor. There was blood on his lips. The world of Abigail was big, containing a wide range of green and thick forests with hidden palaces. Behind Mirac was a trail of giant monsters with golden furs and traps he destroyed a minute ago. The golden watch on his wrist lightened up. 

Mirac sighed as he took the call.

A girl spoke from the other end.

“I am waiting for your next location drop. I unfiltered the castle, but it is dark here… I see no end for me to do something,”

Mirac widened his eyes, jumping from the tree he was standing on to get a better view of the castle. He sighed, leaning against the trunk and seeing the picture of a girl with brown hair, red lips, and young skin. Mirac and Yvonne were twins. 

Plus, they had ten more months until their revelation test. 

Mirac sighed, ignoring the trail of blood dripping from the hole of his broken armor and flesh. He bit his lip, not trying to show the pain. He looked around, hoping not one of his superiors was watching him. He jumped and rushed down the hill, making his body lightweight and almost invisible as he was close to the wall, seeing no guards around.

Out of nowhere, three stone soldiers tried to infiltrate him, making him gasp out of surprise. Mirac jumped out of reflex, avoiding the large axe swung on his way - but blood splatted from his leg. “Late reaction. But who knew the statues could move? Smart,” Mirac thought, breaking the statues with his sword as he jumped from the grass again. Blood dripped from his leg, the armor only handling so much as it got cracks from the traps before. 

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Some of the statues jumped over from the wall, and to Miracs surprise, they surrounded him like a group of army. They looked like human soldiers but buff and taller. They came from invisible gates and walls set up in this cursed forest. His wings were bright, but he could not fly with the soldiers ripping out the feathers like they found their last meal. The boy only had one sword - and they took it away from him as one versus ten soldiers was too much on his plate. Mirac coughed blood while being stomped down to the ground. “There is no way I will bite the dust here!", he thought, trying to reach for his sword - but he widened his eyes in shock as he saw the soldier with the burning red eyes about to behead him as another one stepped on his arm. Many thoughts came through his mind, like the laugh of a girl he held hands with in a womb and the color of golden pillars and heaven itself. There was a saying to this.

Life flashed towards my eyes - which rhymed perfectly to I am going to die. Mirac grits his teeth, using his feet to kick the soldier.

Out of nowhere, some black spheres appeared, exploding on Miracs side.

The red-haired boy was surrounded by a black cloud, coughing at the similar smell of lavender and strong candle wax. 

Similar to the office of a witch.

He saw a girl with long brown hair and the same armor as him, just her looking more fragile. She coughed blood, stretching her arms out, as she shot black spheres around the Mirac area, coughing with every use. Her legs trembled as she leaned against the wall, her armor broken as blood dripped out from her rib cage. Mirac widened his eyes, instantly running to his sister - who leaked in a bigger mess than him. The mission was too much out of their league. It was the one time they could prove themselves and not hear the “words” that people spat at them. The ambition in their eyes lit up - and continued to do so. Yvonne smiled, pushing herself off the wall and giving Mirac a thumbs up. 

“Hah! Easy mission-” she said, blood dripping from her mouth, her legs almost giving up. Mirac held her to him as he breathed fast - almost hyperventilating. Yvonne covered his mouth. “Relax and breathe slow. You got this. We got this. We got this. We… got this,” she repeated, trying to keep her eyes open by the blood dripping from her forehead.