Minerva stood outside the stadium. The spotlights from the just starting concert lit up the starry moonlit sky with shades of red and yellow. She was tempted to cover her ears as she walked in. The music seemed to echo in her head. Stupid sensitive hearing! She shook off the urge to scream and focused on hearing the song. She moved away from the speakers and began feeling the music in a good way. She looked around to find out how others were dancing before she herself started moving. This song rocks! What'd they say the name is? She thought for a few seconds. Oh yeah! Year 3000! After the song finished, they announced the next song they would be singing: Poor Unfortunate Souls.
What seemed like half-way through the song, Minerva heard something strange. Wings? She looked up but saw nothing. She shrugged her shoulders and went back to dancing. A few seconds later, she heard it again. She turned and gasped.
There, on the edge of the stadium, was a figure outlined by the full moon. It appeared to be a man with a hat and coat on. But what surprised her the most were the two large wings coming out of his back. They were slightly larger than hers and were of a slightly different design but they were wings nonetheless.
The man beat his wings and soared into the air. He floated in front of the moon for a few seconds before diving towards the crowd. Minerva's first instinct was to take flight but she fought it off and ducked down out of sight. She heard a scream and caught a glimpse of a girl being carried off by the man. She stood and started running to avoid getting crushed by the large crowd of people rushing for the exit. Screaming filled her ears and clouded her other senses.
She decided to come back for her car later and took flight, deciding that the people there were too afraid to notice. She may have wanted to find others like herself but her instincts were taking over and commanding her to run. She flew a few miles in the opposite direction from the man that had taken the girl. Minerva landed in a large tree and laid on one of the branches. She reabsorbed her wings before letting herself drift off to sleep.