Flight Without Wings

Chapter 2

       I looked out the window to make sure nobody was there before closing the dark curtains. The whole room became dim, but my eyes rapidly adjusted. All fairies have acute sight in the dark.

       I took a deep breath and called upon my power. Vantablack energy swirled around my arm, crackling and pulsing like violent electricity. My arm began to shake, even though using this magic was effortless for me.

       I should have known. Every time I had done this, it had been harder to stop my magic from being summoned. I stopped summoning the magic, but it didn't disappear.

       "Crap." I cursed, glancing around for something that could help me. I had never actually used it on anything, but it didn't take a genius to tell it was destructive.

       Fairies with destructive magic had to get a Battle Mage's License. But, because of how powerful wingless fairies tend to be with magic, they aren't allowed to get a Battle Mage's License.

       Why the hell do I do this? Why do I use my power? It's not useful at all! But yet, it was practically begging me to call upon it, demanding me to do something.

       Then, I heard a knock on my door.

       "Oh! Uh! Don't come in, I'm naked!" I lied.

       "Well, you need to get dressed Zyara! Your parents just arrived!" Staliya whispered loudly through the door.

       "Alright. I'll be ready in a moment." I replied, just barely able to quell my shaking voice.

       "Very well, Zyara." She said before leaving.

       I needed my magic to go away, now. But it didn't want to, it wanted to be unleashed upon something.

       I looked for anything I was willing to get rid of. But surely, Staliya would notice it was gone. I wasn't the kind of person to suddenly lose things.

       Then, I crouched down and looked under my bed. I reached my hand back as far as I could, and unleashed it upon the floorboard.

       Black veins instantly shot through the floorboard that smelled like smoke. I opened the window and focused my power again. All the air in my room instantly blew outside, causing a gust to rocket into my chamber.

       Creating small illusions and gusts of wind was effortless for me. It was also easy to not use those expressions of my magical power. But for some reason, the destructive side of my magic wouldn't shut up. It wanted to be used, to be called upon. But why? And how could I use it? The longer I didn't use it, the more tempting it was to use it.

       There was no time to worry about that, my parents were home. I exited my chamber, composed my posture, and began walking down the stairs.

       My parents were the two monarchs of Shimmerfaer, and they certainly looked the part. My mother had dark skin, white hair, and dragonfly wings that shimmered in rainbow hues if even the smallest amount of light hit them. Looking into her eyes was like looking into two dazzling, clear diamonds.

       My father was tall, had just barely lighter skin, and jet black hair. Like mine, his eyes were a stunning scarlet color. His wings resembled the flower petals of a red rose, and their color beautifully matched his eyes.

       "Zyara, it is good to see you." He said.

       "It is good to see you too, father." I lied. My mother looked directly to Staliya.

       "Has she been doing well in her studies?" She asked. Staliya nodded.

       "She has been doing very well, your majesty." Staliya said. My mother smiled.