The flight of a flame

Chapter 6

The start of another POV! This POV is not in anyone you know... let's see how it goes, I guess! Tbh I'm scared for how this'll turn out

POV: ???

That Drach frorsaken Cret! I hissed, though I said nothing. That stupid bird had kept me up all night, if it weren't for the stupid wish of the general to catch some planet roaming feral, it would be dead. "Shut it bird! When your friend comes, I'll be the one to kill you, I promise you that." I knew it couldn't understand me, the scientist said it could speak this human language, something about 2, Spanish, they had said, was less known to the critter than English. All just some shit to me. My roughly cut brown hair stood out against the deep midnight blue of my wings, the only reason I'm kept in this lab. I spat.

I woke from something, obviously not sleep, with a shimmery gold band around my arm, and sturdy metal bands chaining my limbs to an oddly familiar room, the room the Avis will be kept in. Right Infront of me, stood chains, slightly longer than mine, indicating the Avis is just a bit shorter than I, wings, however, apear to be longer, more structured for long, heavy flight. I doubted she'd be any better at flying than me, raised in a lab, not too much better than raised, most likely alone, on a foreign planet.

Not too long after waking up in strange rooms, I slept, thanks to not being near something. My dreams only of strange fire coming from a woman's hands. There were legends of some girls with fire, something like 'long long ago, girls could be born with the ever flame, they were killed on sight.' It was kind of sad, but we supposedly were safer with them gone.

Sleep sounded nice, thanks world, for letting me stare at the possibility yet keep me so far from it. When I woke up yet again, 3 scientists with their deep brown wings out came into the dark observation room. A few mumbles came from the room. "...white wings." "Stupid ki-." "Can't believe they..." bunch of nonsense. White wings died centurys ago. Through the mumbles one said "hoc durum est anglicus loqui." Must be English. Such strange languages earth people speak.

My wings were bound, tightly, and all I could think about was the swirling LGBTQ+ Pride flag in my vision. Damn, had I been injected with poison?

It's ya blind gurl now

I wish on my list of powers, I had teleportation, cause then, I'd walk up to Eva, punch her in the face, and then teleport to Janice, kick her in the crotch because my kicks are stronger than my punches, and then teleport somewhere they'd never find me, perhaps I could go to Greenland, I heard the Norse people were there, and it's basically a world away, Eva couldn't fly all that way, and Cameron doesn't care what happens between her team, and Eva has more money than Janice. And she's pretty much broke cause she works at Woolworths.

Instead, I shall throw a spirit ball in Eva's face, she doesn't know it can't hurt her. The embarrassment. I'll draw out her fire, and turn it into a hand, and punch her in the face. Perfect plan for getting revenge.

Damn I wish I could kill the 2.

Janice!! Still haven't watched friends, don't plan on it 🫡👍

"We should not have put sour dust in her yogurt, she's probably planning her revenge, and we may have put a little too much in." The end is near, we have angered the wizard! Helheim, Hell, and Tartarus will combine so we may suffer our full potential.

The whole plan was dog shit and thats why I'm blaming Eva. The world will prosper after she takes the blame.

Hopefully I survive.

Ok. Bored now, going to upload this, and then start on the next chapter! What did you think of ???

Anyway, the Aliens had a generation of complete "DOWNFALL OF THE WOMEN!" Which is depresso expresso but If I got paid off giving book characters that don't have names for pain, I'd be richer than Elan Tusk (Elon musk) who ever he is.