Iris: One of a Dying RaceMature

I stretched my arms and wings, and flew out into the morning air.

Excuse me, I haven't introduced myself. I am Iris, one of the only Angels who haven't fallen or have been killed. I have large, white wings, blue black eyes, curly golden hair, and glowing pale skin.

I am one of a dying race. I was around when the humans became extinct. I have been frozen in time since my sixteenth birthday.

My friend, Rose, understood me, as the only human left on earth, and me being the only Angel on this side of the equater. There were thirteen others, somewhere in the world.

The End

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