The Angel's Death

Once there was a girl whose only passion was to draw. Thats all she did during the day, sitting up in a tree, drawing anything and everything.

She drew trees, herself, birds, and one day, even a sleeping bear.


With drawing, came the understanding of things. She understood love, nature, but could never understand herself.
One day, when she was climbing her tree, she slipped and fell, only to land in the soft grass.


A huge lion was hovering over her. She gasped. Understanding fear, she never screamed. She just looked at the lion and smiled, trying to calm down her thrumming heart.

The lion's eyes looked kind, and old. He did not attack, but lay down next to her, purrs coming from deep in his chest.

She closed her eyes, listening to he breathing of the lion, hoping he was nice, and not just tired.


The next day when Lilly went outside to draw, she noticed the lion following her in the woods. She drew the lion that day. He sat, starring at her, as she drew every detail she saw.

Months past like this, she drew the lion, and he watched her. She called him Luther, for that was her father's name.


She traveled down to the river the next spring, and saw the lions body in the water, moss and fish trickling over his mane. His eyes were dark, death concealing his golden kindness.


You probably think this is a pointless story, but pointless stories and lead to discovery's, for a day later, a letter came from the army saying that Lilly's father had drown, trying to save a young woman's life.

The End