3rd person PoV
Down in the village the people were packing up from yesterday's celebrations.
It had been a wonderful occasion as the villagers brought justice to their homes. A grand wooden stake had stood above a large pile of dry tinder. The glorious speeches about righteousness were made and everyone celebrated. All but one.
The girl was young, and she looked like any normal noble daughter. She had straight, light brown hair that fell to her broad shoulders. She had a strong build, yet it was evident by the curves under her faded clothes that she was coming upon womanhood.
A large man with a black hood was holding her hands behind her back and he pushed her forward towards the wooden stake. The girl glanced frantically around, her hazel eyes were wide and frightened, looking for anyone who might help her. She was met with the empty faces of those who knew her and the jeering faces of those who only knew her crime.
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The other night, a murderer had entered her home, intent on killing the family and stealing whatever he could find. The girl, who had been awake, heard the foe and raced to her parent's room. When she got there, she saw a man, a large, scarred man, looming over her parents with a long dagger. A scream ripped from her throat and without thinking she threw herself at the man. Her parents were her life, and she loved them enough to sacrifice herself for them. The girl's sudden sound and impact startled the man and knocked him to the ground.
But he was bigger than her and shoved her away, standing up and turning his flashing knife towards her. As he stepped closer to her, enjoying the look of pure terror on her face, she started screaming again. This time, it was a scream of pain. The man paused, confused at her seemingly non-existent source of pain. The girl fell to the ground, writhing in agony. The thief's eyes widened as he saw what was happening. Two silvery looking bones had protruded from the girls back, between her shoulder blades and were growing. When they were about a foot long, spikey shapes of the same colour started extending out of the bones. The man backed up to the window and his dagger slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground.
After several moments, the only sound in the darkened room was the girls' panting breath. She stood up and staggered backwards, overbalanced by the things on her back. The thief edged away slightly, headed towards the door. As he moved, the moonlight came in from the window and he gasped in terror. The girl had stretched the things on her back and now it was clear. Shimmering gently in the moonlight was a pair of massive, silvery wings. They almost looked soft and feathery, yet they also had a lethal look about them. As if they were made of thousands of tiny knives.
The man screamed. A loud scream bound to wake the entire village, it pierced the night air. This man was not known for his bravery.
Then two more yells added to the din and the girl whipped her head around towards the bed, where her parents had jumped up with a look of terror and disgust etched upon their faces.
The girl, panicking, did what she originally came to the bedroom for. She lunged across the room to the man who was going to murder her parents, and her wings swung around of their own accord and stabbed him in the chest. He gasped, then choked before dropping to the floor, stone dead.
Then the girl, terrified at what she'd done, fainted, and her wings retreated into her back.
Unknown to her, her parents brought her to the village leader and demanded she be burned.