Disclaimer: I own NOTHING!
(someone else's pov)
The air became cold and the wind blew fiercely. Hundreds of images flashed before my eyes. It's almost like watching a slide show. They're going so fast that I find it difficult to keep up with them at first. Soon only one image remains. It's the image of a young man. One that seems familiar to me.
His hair was a light rosy color. His eyes were violet and his expression was cheerful and happy. Pink feathers floated around him. It all changed in an instant. The man clasped and grasped his head as though he were in pain. His aura changed and for a moment he went limp. His hair and eyes were now black and his skin was now pure white. He stood up straight and I noticed that his expression was dead. Black wings extended.
The voice inside my head screamed out to me, "Save the one who came before you. You're so close. Continue as you have been doing."
I awoke startled by it. Fang was facing away from. I stared at him for a moment before speaking, "wake up the other's. we gotta fly."
"what's up, where are we going?"
"There," I was pointing to the left of him at a small billboard.
We had been heading to Tokyo to find more information on Chow…..and the voice had said we were on the try tracks.
A/N= sorry if it's not very good. It won't get really interesting until the to groups cross paths