The Orb of Love

Hi guys! This is a story I had to write in my honors Language Arts class! I hope you enjoy! Characters belong to me and my friend. All ideas by ME!!! No copying PLEASE!!! I may or may not make this into a book :P also, idk what happened with all the spacing and stuff when I paste-ed all the stuff so sorry bout that. if i ever have time i'll fix it i guess.

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"Kyle!" My mom shouts for the thousandth time, making me cringe as she knocks on my bedroom door. I move to my side on my bed and wipe the tears from my eyes, stretching out my pitch black wings behind me. My hand finds a pillow and puts it over my head.

"Go away," I croak, my voice sounding gruff from not talking in so long. The left side of my bed creaks as my mother sits. I feel her hand stroke my right wing and I shift uncomfortably.

"It's been a week... A week without her," I say, wiping my eyes again. My mother sighs.

"You're only seventeen moons old, sweets. There are lots of other females out there for you!" Mom says and walks away to do something else. She doesn't know anything. Harley was no ordinary female. Harley was... special. No, she is special. I feel different without her. Unwhole. Incomplete. It's like I had a special feeling for her, a feeling of... acceptance? No, that wasn't it. A feeling of wanting to always be with her. It was like a wave of warmth enveloped me everytime she was by me. She made, makes, me happy.

It's only been a week since she left for Kiara Island, the place almost every poor soul traveled to. It is a place of hopelessness and sorrow, where a soul goes to try and discover their inner feelings so that one day they might return here at Lupisian. However, that rarely happened. Souls that went to Kiara Island are considered already lost. But that's precisely the reason why I'm so sad and confused about Harley.

She just... dissapeared with no explanation at all. Everyone said she left to Kiara Island, but why would she? Harley had me, her family, and happiness. She had me! We were, are, best friends. And unlike the other souls who were about to leave for Kiara Island, she had been happy. Joyful. Full of zeal. I don't know why she left, and I probably never will.

I sigh and get out of bed, stretching my arms up and my wings out, wringing the sleep out of my body. Grabbing my bag off the ground, I think of what I would have to bring. Water, food, flashlights, rope, chocolate. Yes, chocolate. Can't survive without it.

I tie my bag around my waist, pull on a sweatshirt, put on my shoes, and open the window stealthily. Mom wouldn't care, right? Nobody ever does. I don't think anyone would care if I 'disappeared' for a few moons. Or a few centuries. I shrug and swing a leg over the window, making sure not to make any noise. As soon as I get out, I close the window and flap down my wings hard, lifting me up to the sky.

Now to find Kiara Island. I smile to myself, knowing the danger I'm about to put myself into, but shrug off the slight feeling of fear rising in my stomach. Nothing could stop me now. I'm going to find Harley, no matter what it takes.

The wind is blowing. Ice shards are singing my wings and back, my limbs bloody heaps protecting my face. Cold is everywhere. Above, below, on top, and inside. 'Help!' I scream in my mind. 'Somebody! Anyone!'

"AAAAAAHHHHHGGG!" I wake in a start, sweat coating my forehead and my heart beating a hundred-thousand times a second. I sit up quickly, hitting my head hard on a tree branch above me, then falling off and crashing to the ground. "Ugh..." I grunt, standing up and brushing my pants off. What the heck? Where am I? I look around, squinting.

Oh, right. I slept in a tree last night. I sigh for the umpteenth time.

Three days ago, I decided that leaving for Kiara Island was the best idea I had ever come up with. Now, not so much. I'm hungry, cold, and having horrible nightmares about what it would be like to break the barrier between the two dimensions of Hope and Hopelessness, aka planet Lupisian and Kiara Island. No soul had ever attempted to do this, so there was no way of knowing if it was even possible. Who cares, though. If I die, I wouldn't care. What's the point of living without my best friend?