It all started on a regular day...
I woke up to my mother screaming " Get your worthless, good for nothing butt up here!" down the stairs of the cellar-sorry my 'bedroom'. I woke up immediately, who could blame me? I'd learnt the hard way the if I didn't come up within twenty seconds my mother would send one of my slave driv-sorry 'brothers' to 'Persuade' me to come up stairs. By that I mean they would beat me to a pulp and drag me up the stairs.
They would all eat their breakfast and scrape their leftovers onto a plate on the floor. You're probably thinking we have a dog right? Wrong. The scraps are for me. I don't even get to sit at the table, I have to eat on the floor, on my hands and knees, with my fingers.
After breakfast I ran out of the house as fast as I could. If I stayed, I knew I would get more beatings. I went to the usual place, The Edge.
The Edge is as it's name; the edge of the world we know. I come here when I want to think, while I stare out into the Abyss. Sometimes my bird friends come and tell me news from the other clouds.
Yes, I can talk to animals, in fact any language. Whether it is Alatum or any animal, I can speak it.
I have many talents that I've tried to hide over the years. I think I sing pretty well and I can play any instrument I pick up. I can persuade people to do things. I lift things up using my mind. I can see what people's emotions are. I can see what people's past was like by touching them. And I have enhanced senses.
I've tried to hide these talents, afraid that people will hate me more for it. But every person who's found out, thinks I'm a freak.
Anyways, I went to the edge and was doing my regular moping routine. When my friends came up behind me. I quickly hid my lyre and shooed the birds away.
"Hey Apollonius!" That was Gratia.
"Hey guys" I solemnly answer.
"Soooooooo, whatdya wanna talk 'bout today Ap?" Micat asked
I straightened a little bit "The legend again, please!"
"Again man? Are you serious?" Amicus complained.
We argued for a bit but finally settled down and they took turns acting the story out and reciting it. I loved watching them fly around(forgot they had wings didn't you?)and move their wings to the beat of no existing music. I wish I could do that...
They left soon after. Leaving me all alone. In the peace a quiet...and then came the blood curling scream...
huh...sorry guess this is a little short. I'm gonna start writing this again. sorry it took me forever to update it.
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He Who Fell
FantasyBetrayed, thrown out. If you call it that when you never fit in. Apollonius never did, he was different from birth. Among the angels, he was wingless. There is a legend about wingless people who walk the earth, but they are only legends...or are the...