"Well... What do you think!!?" Ella would throw her hands out to her side dramatically.
Alex would look in the mirror in horror. What has she done to him? He'd slowly bring his hand over to the wing, picking it up. He was very careful not to break it.
Ella zipped over to the other side of the golden boy. "Found them myself when I went foraging in the forest." She would hold up the wings so Alex could watch his appearance in the mirror.
She'd drop them, fluttering her little wings over to the balcony window on the other side of the room. "There was this big scary monster," she'd say as Alex touched his new wings– hissing in pain with every move. "He was chasing me! And he was really ugly too."
"Yeah?" Alex would wince. He was only halfway to paying attention to the fae.
"Yeah! But I sent him away with my emergency spare crystalite circle." Ella continued.
The pirate would walk over to the fairy, joining her out on the balcony. In doing so, Alex realized that something was very off.
The trees around him were 10 times bigger than when he saw them last. The teal grass was taller now, and hard to see over. Ella's cottage... It was a treehouse. A tiny hole in this big tree. Alex looked down at his hands.
It made sense now. The dragonfly wings that fit on his back perfectly. The change in his voice. That liquid that Evan gave him– It had shrunk him. He was smaller than an ant now.
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Without his soul bound partner, Ben started to grow lonely– and a tad bit insane.
He spent his time watching the wildlife frolic around– helpless to the fact that soon, they would be stronger than his sad, pathetic shell of what used to be a warrior.
He had it all. The friends, the glory. He was so certain he was going to be the prophet. Day after day, Month after month, YEAR after year. He worked, trained to hold the weight of the world on his shoulders. But alas, they denied him.
On that fateful day, Ben's efforts held nothing to a golden heart that this prophet held. And suddenly he was nothing. Just another angel amongst the rest.
He wasn't "looked down upon" by any means. Not hated nor disliked. But his peers didn't care about him as much anymore. He wasn't special like they thought he'd be.
And when he was about to lose hope, a woman called his name from the world below.
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Ben was never afraid of the unknown. He looked at the dark and laughed. He saw fear as a new adventure.
Ben was partying in heaven– or as some people call it... Etanihkea.
In Etanihkea, he had spent his nights partying his negative thoughts away.
He'd drown his emotions out in the seas of alcohol that Axorr always provided. It was so easy to let loose here.
He was merely a shadow now. A blessing and a curse.
That night, the angel boy had been taking whatever anyone gave him. Rum, whiskey, you name it. However many shots in, he was dragged to the side by a friendly face.
His vision a little blurry, Ben made eye contact with his loyal friend, Justin.
Justin was a tall angel. He wore glasses and had short, dark hair. He would hold Ben, shaking his head ever so slightly.
"Dude, what are you doing?" He'd sigh.
"What man? I'm doing just fiiine." Ben would reply, pushing him off of him playfully.
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Fallen Feathers; Golden Heart
FantasíaAfter a little argument with his crew, Captain Alex finds himself in a bar surrounded by a Golden Aura. He meets a couple of young bartender boys, and he shares with them his big secret: He's been in an alternate universe. One that includes fairies...
