Layla
Celestia’s Bakery
My family’s last name was passed down from a family legend. Supposedly, our ancestors were a favorite of god, and were protected by angels. I laughed at the thought. If God loved my family so much, then why did he let them die? At that moment, a man walked into my shop. I could not believe my eyes. A man with metallic white skin, an oval face, and silver hair with bangs that covered half his face walked in. He wore a plain, cloth shirt and pants, but his body was muscular underneath. Above his head was a circle of light, shining like 1,000 torches. Behind him; wings, bright white like the moon, with a silver tint to them. I wondered if my eyes were playing tricks on me.