Sparkling Angel, I believe You are my saviour, in my time of need.

A groan filled with nothing but anguish could be heard a few steps behind the National Museum. A young girl no older than seventeen was curled up in a foetal position; arms embracing her legs close to her chest with her head buried in between her knees. Her body was shaking tremendously. Another pained groan was emitted from the same lips. Her shaking suddenly halted. She was miraculously unharmed. Despite what had occurred just a while ago, she was still unharmed. But how in the world could that possibly happen? Slowly, she released her legs from its previous position while she glanced around her; eyes carefully roaming the surroundings. Big and small fallen debris surrounded her. She then noticed the flashes of light behind the thick fogs and the shouting voices of different people. That was when she saw it. Pale, bruised, slender arms and blood-tainted white wings were on her either side; indicating that someone was hovering over her. Something fell on her cheek down to her lips. It was salty and metallic. Blood. Little by little, she looked up to see who her saviour was. Golden orbs met azure ones. Droplets of blood continued to drip from the left temple of her saviour to her cheeks. She slowly reached out her hand and gently wiped off the thin stream of blood from the now paling face of her saviour. A groan of agony escaped yet again from those perfect lips. Why did you, Krad? Just be thankful. Who said I was not?