Tattered Wings

Episode 12

My back was killing me.
So we're my feet. And legs. And arms. And core.
My body was killing me.

It was the same thing over and over. Azriel would help stretch my wing out, I would flap and fall into the ground in a pathetic and very much ungraceful way.

"You need to work on your core, and stop trying to lead with your arms." Azriel said. I groaned as my muscles screamed in agony while I stood up to fly again, then crashed into a tree.

"Your supposed to aim for the water, by the way. Not the trees." Azriel said. Thanks. Big help. Had nooooo idea.

Again, again, and again I would jump off the stupid rock and try to fly, either crashing into the pool of now muddied water or in the dirt next to it. If the tree. I hate that tree.

By time I got back to my room, I collapsed in the hot tub, pulling splinters out of my hands and grass out of my hair.

I fell asleep, my exhaustion apparent as my muscles loosened in the water before I heard a knocking sound. I slowly woke up, still in the bathtub and before I could tell no- Azriel walked in.

"Hey, dinners going to be-" he faltered, looking around then seeing me in the tub, the bubbles covering everything except my head.

"Oh my- I'm so sorry... I'm just... Yeah I'm gunna go." He said before quickly shutting the door.

Embarrassment filled my red face as I got out, drying myself off and getting dressed.

I needed to relax. It's not like he saw anything, and even if he did he saw my full body when he rescued me from my father. Thankfully he covered me before Cassion saw.

I thought I was over it but right as I saw him in the kitchen my face turned beet red and so did his. Cassion looked between us and started laughing.

"Shut it." I growled as I took my plate of food and went to sit some where else, anywhere where I couldn't hear Cassion laughing and making fun of Azriel.

The next few days were all the same, coming back from training and practically collapsing in the bathtub, grabbing food then going to bed for my nap. I spent less time in the library than I liked but I needed my sleep, even if it came with the nightmares that still haunted me.

*

"Y/n, why weren't you at training? Don't tell me you quit- oh." Nesta said, realizing it. I was curled up in bed in the fetal position, experiencing the worst period I've ever had.

I haven't had my period in decades. I was so malnourished that my body never had the ability to produce one. Maybe I should be thanking my father...

"Do... Do you want me to get you anything?" She asked hesitantly, walking to me and sitting down next to me as my face remained buried in the pillow.

"A quick death." I managed to grumbled, pain searing through my whole body. Even after training my body never ached this much. My fists clenched the bedsheets till my knuckles turned white.

"I'll tell the boy's no training for you this week." She sighed. "I'll get you some tea." She said.

I was laying in bed, I don't remember them being this bad. I was laying there, practically panting, like a damn dog when she got back. I didn't even have the strength to move, I just wanted to sleep and never wake up.

"You know, when I got my first cycle as a fae, I looked similar to you" she chuckled. "Should've seen how much of a bother Cassion turned into." She scoffed. "He was acting like I was dying or something. Men" she sighed.

"I feel like I am dying."

A few hours later, I managed to get maybe an hour worth of a much needed nap in when I heard a knock. I didn't answer, I didn't want to be near a single soul right now.