My Guardian Angel Storm

I was in the worst situation you could ever imagine. I looked down from the stone gray window in my room, chills shooting up my spine. Swords clashed against each other, lifeless bodies of brave soldiers lay on the uneven battlefield, piercing screams echoed through the air, and blood drenched what was left of the remaining enemies and soldiers. Whether it was dry, caked blood that coated a dead one’s cheek, or fresh red arteries oozing out of a shoulder, different shades of red blurred in front of my eyes, and suddenly I was lost in a state of shock and horror. I quickly pulled the curtain over my small window, in hopes that no one saw me. I grabbed my magnificent sword, unicorn jewels pinned on either sides, and diamonds glittering upon it, a gift from my guardian angel and best friend Storm. I could feel it’s tremendous power, even just holding it within my own hands. I sprinted down the stairs, my fingers gripping the weapon so hard my knuckles nearly turned white. When I reached the majestic castle gateway, I took a deep breath. My fingers slowly crept to the edge of my lips, and my brain was spinning. “Should I really do this,” I thought to myself. One part of me was eager, my instincts pulling me closer in that direction. The other half of me was weak, I could see the world falling into the hands of the evil if I didn’t make the right decision, a choice that leads humanity to either arise or to fall. I closed my eyes, and whistled as loud as I possibly could. Through a distance, I could hear a whinny as my stunning grey unicorn Storm bolted out of the shadows. He galloped up to me, and yelped in delight. I put my head against his, and leaped onto his back. At this point, the enemy was already starting to regain their strength from a moment of shock a few seconds ago. I pulled down my war helmet with the symbol of “girl of the horses” on top and then we were off. Storm pranced and sent a jolt of electricity towards the first line of the enemy that instantly killed them. We rode into thousands of soldiers, fearlessly and determined, cruelly slashing and hacking our way through, leaving not one figure with flesh and blood standing.