Chapter 22

[1750 B.C.]

That night, a strange dream came to me and for the first time in my entire existence I felt free. I could feel the icy air between my feathers and the world seemed small, insignificant near the heavens, close to the feeling of flying.

Even when my eyes opened, I could still feel that feeling, that freedom.

'It seems... well...' I found myself thinking as I threw myself out of bed.

Maybe it was Callisto’s words at the time or maybe it was Loren’s fault for asking me, but something seemed hurt inside me. It was only then that I realized - Asra was still there.

He was still with me and his feelings were too obvious. Like a child’s.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" I asked as I threw myself in front of the mirror, but all I got was a small flicker in the crimson glow of my eyes.

Out of her eyes.

"Asra?" Asmodeus' voice made me turn quickly towards the door.

"Hi" I spoke with a huge smile.

"Are you ready?" he