War of the Gods by Cat2000 R

As you walk along the forest path, you feel the sun's rays falling on you, warming your red hair and your back. Summer clearly comes early in these parts of Andria. Then again, your wanderings haven't been really aimless up to this point. During the colder months, you have been deliberately staying in the southern parts of Malia, walking along the border of Vittanien. You have never been fond of snow and cold, and have always avoided it if you can.

Now, in the late spring, you are heading north again.

For a long while, you have been travelling alone, since trying to save the life of that phoenix. You didn't succeed, of course, and the death curse has passed across to you, so that is the main reason for you travelling alone.

You just want to find her before you finally succumb to death...

Now, however, you can see someone standing leaning against a tree at the edge of the road further ahead. From what you can see at this distance, it appears to be a young woman, and the most striking feature about her are huge feathery golden wings growing out of her back. An angel? You can't tell for sure, but the sense of her aura is certainly powerful, if a little peculiar and difficult to interpret.

It doesn't take long for you to notice other things about her as well. The white robe she's wearing is stained and torn in places, and her blonde hair is tangled into a complete mess around her face and down her back.

However, you are not given much time to ponder what hardships she may have gone through, since you now realise what she's about to do. The blade from a sword glints in the sunlight as she lifts it and clasps the hilt with both hands, holding it with the sharp point directly over her heart.

What are you going to do?