My wings were an extremely light purple lining a silver under fluff, the tips were speckled with that same lilac shade of purple mixed with gold flecks, they were beautiful.
I slowly flexed them, testing them out, up, down. Hmmm.... it felt natural to move them, just like I would any other muscle in my body.
Well this complicated things quite a bit, I couldn't very well walk around the city with wings! It would be unnecessary to risk myself like that. So how do I hide them?... much as I hated to....
That's when I noticed a hollow feeling right underneath the base of my wings, I pulled my wings in and they slid right into my back. I felt the skin close back over them. Huh. So that's how it works.
I finally emerged from beneath the tiny box, bloody and dirty. I walked out of the dirty alley my box was in. I looked at the sign and found myself in a strange place called Angel Way. I slowly walked down the streets catching a few people's attention.
I looked at my dress self-concisely. I let out a small gasp my dress had changed, instead of as white as the freshly fallen snow it was now the same lovely shade of lilac as my wings streaked with silver, but the beautiful dress was splattered with blood, my blood. My shoes had also changed, they were now silver with gold flecks, they were also spattered with blood. I guess I know why they were staring at me now.
YOU ARE READING
Broken worlds
FantasiKatrina Greene is a sixteen year old girl trapped in her three year old self. Already half vampire she was bitten again at three and stopped aging. She is also half angel and begins her transformation not only angel but her whole life will transfor...
