Repeated Tales

Prologue - The Fall

In the clouds and the skies, what do you expect to see up there? Birds? Endless clouds? A beautiful view of the sun rising for the new day and setting in the end? In between the realm of the mortals and the ocean of stars and galaxies above, there is a place. A place mortals might call heaven. Or the City of God. It's kind of funny to think that those human mortals are smart enough to start building communities and languages. But at the same time, they believe in something outlandishly like a being watching their every move. Judging and placing punishment for simply existing.

I can't say that I'm jealous of them.

This place is known as The Land of the Skies. Everything shines against the sun and moon's light. Casting a perfect shine at every angle. The light grayish-white stone of clouds holding strong after so many centuries. On the side, there is a person currently polishing the stone and thin lines of transparent gold, flapping their giant colorful wings of oranges, yellows, and pinks like the morning sunrise. His sharpened ears twitched at a faint sound of something. Something was flying his way, but he didn't know where. A ball was kicked at the wall, spooking the cleaner. The cleaner looked over his shoulder to see a small pack of seven to 9 kids. They were like him. Small sharpened ears with wings sprouting out of their backs. But they were white. Pure. Not of age. The cleaner sighs before tossing the ball back to the pack of kids. The kids giggled their thanks before continuing their game, kicking the ball side to side to one another. They chased each other and the firm white cloud ball down the road of the structured skies. Happily playing with each other. Until one kid accidently kicked it too hard and it bounced to a little girl's feet.

They stopped hesitating. The girl jerked her head back to move her long white messy hair out of her eyes. Her blank white eyes met theirs. She had white hair like them. She had white eyes like them. She was their age. Why were they hesitant?

The little girl set down the basket of clothing before picking up the ball and reaching out towards the kids, a wide and excited smile on her face. The kids took a step back. The little girl's smile broke for a second but pushed forward, taking a few steps forward. Most of the kids took a few steps back. The little girl walked up to the little boy who was closer and reached out the ball to him, an exciting smile on her face. Excited to play. The boy quickly snatched the ball out of the girl's hands before quickly running away from her like she had some contagious infection.

The little girl sighs in disappointment and sadness.

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Why do they always run off? I didn't do anything wrong. Right?

I looked down at my clothes before looking up again to see the group of kids playing again. Like they always have. I let out another huff of air and started picking at my fingernails.

I just wanted to play.

I picked up the clothes basket and began walking into Aunt Ushne's home. I pushed the door open with my back walking backwards with the help of my wings. Once I was inside, Aunt Ushne took the basket away from me and marched to the table in between the comfort room and the food making room. Y'know, the one with a small tub in the counter.

I followed Aunt Ushne to the table and watched her folding the clothes. I peeked a glance at her. She had deep purple hair and white streaks a lot like her wings. Such pretty purples and whites like the black sky.

"What do you want?" Aunt Ushne sighed. I pulled my shoulder to my ears in nervousness. I know that tone. I started to play with my fingernails to calm – or at least try to – myself down. Aunt Ushne turned to face me with an annoyed mad face. "What is it?"