The legend of the black winged angel happens to be true. Inoya possesses those wings. She seeks protection on the sacred mountain of the cats. She is being chased by two groups: One wants to use her as a weapon, the other wants her dead.
She has to...
I remembered last night: Yukitaro was with me, trying to console me. I'm grateful to him. I got out of bed and found Yukitaro on the rug. He didn't look uncomfortable, but I chucked him to the bed regardless. I tucked him up and decided to meet Ishimi.
I gently knocked on the door. Ishimi opened up. "Nice day, your majesty." He yawned. He looked at me as if I grew horns. "Is something wrong?" I backed up.
"Those pajamas are not suited for a royal like you. Sorry I could only pack so much." He sighed. Well, The clothes I had right now were some white frock and shoes which were not white anymore. My other frock's sleeves had the dog's blood splattered on them with millions of holes.
"You stay here and look after the blue-haired. Hunters are looking for you ." What he said made sense. I agreed. He left me to admire the scene outside.
The village was raised next to a great river. All houses and buildings were built either with stone or bricks, their roof with red tiles. All houses had gardens with either flowers or fruits. Among the houses were stalls and markets, there were orchids or many kinds of fruit trees outside the village. A bookstore, a playground, and a stable were also visible. The villagers consisted of mostly earth users. Some were water or even angels like me. But unlike me, they had white wings. Everyone wore everything of the same colors: green and white.
Ishimi emerged from a clothes and souvenir shop. He brought in three bags of clothes. He handed one to me. It contained three shirts, three black pants, a frock, two pairs of shoes and a very long coat.
The shirts had two holes in them so I could pop my wings in.
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The shirts were in different shades of green: A lime one, a minty one, and a turquoise one. I changed into the turquoise one and pants.
"They are a great change, you are always in white. This is pleasing to see." He exclaimed. "You must wear your coat, your majesty. Your wings can attract soldiers to take us to the kings for trials. We do not want unnecessary attraction." Ishimi cautioned while holding the coat open.
"My wings will leave a weird shape. What about that?" I asked while looking at my situation.
"Here, spread your wings like this." He wrapped my right-wing under my right arm and did the same for the left. Miraculously, My wings could bend into weird shapes.
I had a black feathery gown. And I wore a coat for the first time. It was delicate, fuzzy, and weightless. I buttoned it up. I looked like an overgrown brown bear. The coat reached to my knees. "You look like you came from a winter wasteland." Ishimi teased.
He went to change into his new outfit. I took the bag with the rest of my clothes and took it to my room. I packed it and kept the stormy eye's bag on the table.
I sat next to the sleeping Yukitaro. He woke up like he usually would. He looked at me. "Do I get one of those?" his simper smile made me warmer. "That shall be your's," I nodded to the bag "If you catch it."
I snatched the bag and raced around the room, Yukitaro on my tail. He was eager to finally get fresh clothes. My wings were restricted to the coat, so I couldn't distract him with it. He finally got to me and knocked me over. The bag tumbled out of reach. He chuckled while taking the bag. "I win." He grinned.
