"Why are you crying?" The voice from above asked. It was low and sounded as though it knew.
"Are you hurt?" The voice continued although it knew. It knew why she was crying. Maybe it wanted to be polite and pretend it didn't.
"There is no use in crying, child." It said slowly. It was right but she couldn't do anything but cry. Thick tears streamed down her face and silenced her with breathless sobs.
When she looked up she saw that the voice belonged to someone. High above her cowering body hovered the silhouette of a man. The sky behind him was lit bright, even though clouds covered it. She couldn't see his face but still lifted her arms towards him. Humans always reached for the light.
"Everything's fine now. I am here to save you." Said the voice. It seemed to be smiling.
She sat in the mud and the blood of her mother, her shoes and skirt coated with dirt. He had to be an angel, she concluded. He would save her from the monsters. He grabbed her under