HIATUS - She Who Has No Wings Shall Be Given Another Chance

Chapter Two; How To Fly 101 And Forced Acceptance

She was feeling very confident in her plan and nearly forgot two details.

The first occurred when she got outside of the house. 

She didn't know exactly where she was, so where could she go to find the camp?

'It's alright, I can just fly-'

And then the second revelation hit her like a bus.

She didn't know how to fly.

Sure, the body might have muscle memory and could probably help her learn quickly, but she didn't even know how to get to that point. How is she supposed to flap her wings!? Is it just a simple flappy flap or is there a pattern or what-?

So, she started trying to get off the ground. 

It was...

Hard. 

Really fucking hard.

She found out how to move the wings and that was easy from then on, but after finding the muscles and bones to move she had nothing. She was hardly able to jump high enough to get off the ground at all, and the flapping just got her to face-plant on the floor.

Bri was nowhere near this spectacle, and she was glad that she wouldn't have a witness that could think she was being suspicious.

A frustrated frown was etched into her face, eyes glaring, except her face likely just made it seem more like pouting than frustration. Curse the inexplicable perfection of this body, she could never really look bad!

Well, except when...that...happens.

She wondered if it hurt Bryan in the original script. A large burn scar and growing new wings must have taken some kind of toll on his body.

No matter, she didn't intend on taking the cause of that change. Though she didn't know if it was possible to refuse an offer from a goddess, she would try her hardest.

Finally she was able to get off the ground, and a few inches at that. Pride welled up inside her.

'Yeah...I did that! Now to do more! '

Not too long after she was flying above the trees in a direction she didn't know and yet felt familiar. 

Unfortunately for her, she grew a bit tired of flying and landed a bit away from a weeping willow. As she walked nearer, she felt an inexplicable sense of dread. She'd seen this place before. Differently, but this place.

When the woman's voice echoed behind her, she cried out loudly.

"Where are you going around these parts, hm?"

Though this woman was shrouded in a black cloak that covered her completely, it did no shame to her very idealistic figure. She knew who this was. No name came to mind, as per usual, but she remembered this point.

This was the moment where Bryan was tempted by the idea of growing powerful.

A snippish reply escaped her, polite and dismissive, "Camp."

Light, ominous chuckling surrounded her as the woman reached into her cloak.

"Well, with such a lovely young man comes issues. Perhaps you need something to help you along?"

"I don't think so."

"Take it as a gift from me, I insist."

From the cloak, the dreaded sword was pulled. Its twisting handle, curving blade, and ethereal glow taunted her like it knew what it would do. She couldn't deny that it was very, very appealing.

"I really, truly doubt I'd need such a...sharp blade..."

Though shadows covered the woman's face, she could feel the sick grin.

"You never know. Take it off my hands, it clearly would be better in your hands."

At that moment she tried to leave, to avoid taking the very thing that would ruin everything, only to find that she could barely move. The next thing she knew, the sword was in her hands and she slowly lost consciousness...

.

.

.

She woke up.

It was odd, the encounter was fuzzy, yet she could remember it somewhat still. That was surprising, honestly. Maybe it was because she wasn't who the goddess thought she was.

Whatever, it didn't matter now.

Now she knew that some things just couldn't change.

She sat up and rubbed her thumb against the hilt of the sword, eyes foggy.

"Well...hello, then...let's hope this isn't too bad..."

Standing up, she felt the absence of the wings she literally just learned how to use. Her grip tightened as she stabbed the floor with a huff.

"I spent HOURS learning how to fly and now it's useless!? DAMN IT!"

The anger dissipated soon enough, and she knew it was something to do with the encounter. She had remained calm and collected up until after she passed out, so it couldn't have really been her emotions alone.

"Are you mad because I stuck you into the ground?"

It was odd talking to the sword, but knowing what it was helped ease her 'holy shit I'm a psychopath' feeling. She didn't expect any response, and she was correct.

"Whatever, I'll try not to do it again. But I don't like you."

With a sigh and a yank on the sword, The Rose-the name finally came to mind-she set off to the camp...that was still miles away.

She wished she hadn't stopped in the exact area she was supposed to now.

"Fuck. I hate you. And that lady. She's more of a bitch though, you haven't done anything really. At least not yet."

She really, truly didn't want to end up exactly like how Bryan did, so maybe talking to The Rose would help? Though maybe she shouldn't only call it a bitch though...nobody likes that except some people, and she didn't think Rose was one of them.

Well...time to apologize to a sword.

"Sorry, that was uncalled for. Not calling you a bitch again. I'm just frustrated. Do you even know how hard it is to relearn how to fly after forgetting how overnight? I spent hours on it and I finally got it down and now I don't have wings. I just hope things get better from now on...though they probably aren't going to."

She kept walking, a loud sigh escaping her. What if she was actually being crazy and she didn't have enough power for the sword to awaken, so she just apologized to an inanimate object...

It didn't matter, anyway. Even if it never happened, just a chance of it going easy on her was enough to stick to it.

And so, there she went with the thing she swore not to touch.

This was going to bite her so hard.