Flames

Flames cascade and rise high, walls of crimson and orange touching the sky. Surrounded by hundreds of evil creations, The flames break, showing two eyes, just as intense as the fire, as The Fox with Wings slowly walks into the face of his hatred. Knowing My enemy to my front, and the flames behind me, i scream to the sky, and rush head first into the heart, tearing an ripping, fighting with all that i am, ignoring the cuts and stabs, the mind-numbing pain, and the blood running off of me. One goes down, then another, then ten, then fifty. Breathing hard, barely standing, I see the bodies of evil, and a wave of relief falls over me. Suddenly a blinding white flashes before my eyes, making me jerk my head backward to see a sword through my chest...Before i can strike, the entity dissapears, and my vision blurrs. It is finally too much to take..and my legs fall before me. I feel the blood-soaked fur on me, and so many feathers around me, that my wings look bare..Its too much..and as my vision fades to black, i wonder if it was enough...Will i wake up..Or will this dream keep going...