Wings of Nike

I was being chased by harpies and monsters, yes you heard it right.

The worst part is that I'm with my twin sister, the most loud and energetic person I know.

Her energy would have been great by now, if she didn't faint of course,"these cheese balls are only 3 dollars! And just for you I'll make it 2.99!"The harpy yelled as it kept chasing behind me.

"I'M BROKE SORRY!"I exclaimed back at the hopes of distracting them.

In all honesty, I don't even know how these monsters are real, nor do I care right now.

My main priority is safety.

Soon enough I started to reach a dead end, "come on, I'll give you a free sample!"The harpy offered, the hellhound started to catch up, I looked down at the cliff and back at the harpy.

Dying in the sea is better than dying to hellhounds and harpys. That wasn't my only reason for choosing to die from a cliff though, a newfound confidence and instincts reached me.

It's hard to understand, stuff like sports and instincts were always more of my sister's thing, maybe i'll ask her when we both reach the afterlife.

And with a last slip i fell down, closing my eyes and hoping for the best, but what happened was not what i expected.

White wings started to grow out of my back, and the gravity around me started to slow down.

Hm, maybe I'm not going to die today.