~Plot~
It was already hot. The desert shimmered in front of her eyes. Dry wind blew the sand into her face. Grit clustered in her eyes and she blinked furiously to rid it. Her navy outfit fluttered around her. White feathers loosed themselves from her wings and floated away with the sand and wind. Hey long sandy brown hair tangled in the zephyr. No, she shouldn't. But she was. Her wings beat against the wind, carrying her in the direction of the city. Why? Why was she doing this? She was an angel, she should stay in her place, up in the skies. But wasn't she part of the band...the rebel band...She sighed. Of course she was. And she wouldn't let them down.