Thread:Dawndragon1828/@comment-35042251-20190413163119/@comment-35042251-20190415233806

Skylight barked a cold, cruel laugh, her green eyes sharp and flinty. “Gods, did you think it was a spell?! Great skies, no! My mother doesn’t have any interest in forcing potions down your throat or casting a bazillion weird spells on you. No, she’s been theorizing a bit about all the guardian angel stuff and she thinks she’s found a solution that might be mutually beneficial, for both you and me. Remember, it’s her idea, although I certainly would be grateful if it worked.” She replied, sipping her milkshake again.

“And the last thing I want to do is cause you any further pain or disappointment.” She softly added, staring down at her hands. “No, I shouldn’t spend what little time I have left in the Overworld causing pain and disappointment for others.” She looked up at him, bitterness, regret, and pain in her eyes.

“Dominic, I think there’s a way you could get your wings back and  help me.” Skylight said, her voice barely audible. “And if you refuse, I’ll understand. But I’m hoping that you’ll agree, because it could mean the difference of life and death for me.”

The demigoddess met the ginger-haired man’s gaze and said, “You need to save someone’s life to become their guardian angel and get your wings back, right? Well, the answer to your problem is sitting right in front of you.” She gave him a sad, tired smile and finally whispered, “Dominic, I’m dying.”