labyrinth

11 | Phoenix

The wind whipped around her, locks of pure white hair curling and twisting in the draught. Head tilted up, she stared at the orb hanging in the sky; the pure ball of light gifted to light up the skies and lead the way back home during the night.

Back home.

"I miss you. A lot."

"I've tried, but...

..it's just not the same without you."

Snaking down her cheek, the teardrop fell to the ground, smoking white mist rising from where the drop met the marble floor. White light, feathers as soft as down, reaching up, curling around her body, draping her clothes with a soft layer of silver.

"I just.....I can't. You were the only thing...

...the only pillar holding me up.

Holding me close.

The tears flowing freely down, her once clear eyes now a milky mess, the white pupils now foggy.

The memories continued bombarding her, enveloping her mind in a haze of sweet laughter, flirtatious smiles, and warmth.

The kind that only he had ever given her.

The kind that only he had used to melt her heart.

Washing away all the ice walls, and forging a special place for himself, forever, with her.

"I'll be here......

"....waiting for you."

His lips turned up, a soft smile gracing his face, the moonlight illuminating his skin as he gazed upwards, eyes glancing over every inch of the sky, until they reached the silver ball dancing amongst the stars, looking back at him.

"I'm so, so sorry........I never wanted this to happen."

"Never wanted to leave you."

All alone.

The black mist continued ghosting around him; darkness and shadows, creeping up to his feet, swirling protectively around him.

"I-I tried.....I tried to fight it..."

"...but I couldn't. I wasn't strong enough....."

"....at least not then."

Steel flashed in his eyes, the dark pupils dilating angrily, murky black spinning and twisting, streaks of gray rippling through. The moon's light seemed to shine brighter, almost as if it was...

Giving him strength.

A single, guttural scream tore itself from his throat, his head thrown back, jet-black hair whipping around his face as the wind picked up, shadows materializing, thicker than ever, concealing everything underneath. Darkness continued swirling around him, faster, faster, agitatedly whirling and swishing around as the dark angel's wings rose up.

Gleaming black feathers rustling, wings spreading out.

Ready to take back what's his.

Power surging through him, the darkness crawled through the forest, a thick fog settling over everything as he strode through.

Nothing could stop him now.

A bright light caught her eye. Looking down, her body leaning over the edge of the balcony, she stared intently at the forest below.

Looking for any signs.

Something was coming. She was sure of it. And whatever it was, it was calling to her, pulling on her, coaxing out her power.

Something warm crept through her, whispering, enticing her in its comfort.

"Lend me your power."

Gasping, she turned around, her knees hitting the ground with a thud as she felt something she never thought she would feel again.

Power.

White bolts of fire began seeping up, her skin lighting up with flashes of lightning and energy, the fire in her blood waking up.

Ready to fight.

Her breath shortened, panting as pain seared through her back, the feathers forcing out, rising up. Her phoenix trying to respond, to call back.

To answer it's mate's call.

Finally awake.

I'm here.

Standing back up, her eyes shone bright, the stars reflecting inside the enlarged pupils, the shine inside them now resuming as she heard the one voice her soul longed for.

"Well? What're you waiting for, angel?"

"Dark..."

Breathing out, her snow-white wings now rose in response, answering back to the dark angel.

Ready to flee. To finally leave this hell.

Taking a few steps back, she sprang off the balcony, wings reaching out.

A phoenix trying to reach the one thing that calms its fire.

Face transforming into relief, long-wanted relief as she gazed into the familiar face, dark eyes watching her own pale ones, a smile tugging on his lips as he gazed at her in his arms, jet-black wings drumming confidently, the familiar rhythm pounding a comforting beat into her.

Home. At last.