The Beginning

Instead of a Daimon, he saw Simi hanging upside down from a tree branch, her long bat-like wings the color of the girl's red wine folded behind her child-like body. She wore a loose black chiton, draped with a himation that fluttered gently in the night breeze. Her blood-red eyes glowed eerily in the darkness as her long black braid hung down to the ground from her head.