White Wings

Part 1

This a story which I wrote a long time ago and finally decided to type up. It's been a while since I've been to wattpad, but I've just finally got time and am out of my writer's block. This is a short story by the way and I'm breaking it into parts. Please write me comments telling me what you think! =D

Part 1

            When you see a white dove you might think of freedom. White wings can symbolize many things; usually it’s innocent, coveted and admired. Like angels. Something beautiful we want to protect. Sometimes I wonder why that is.

            I’m Andy Williams. I’m 17. It’s the year 2029. I don’t know much else, keeping track of time is about all I do to keep my sanity, it’s about the only thing I’m sure about. When I was little I remember seeing trees, walking outside and breathing fresh air. It was wonderful, being free.

I remember seeing white doves fly. They were fascinating and I couldn’t wait to do the same. My sister Julie, being younger than me had to wait even longer. We thought for a time that everyone was like us, but then again, we had never been told otherwise, mother didn’t like to talk about it. She always told us we were special and different, that no one else was like us and that was why we lived where we did. Mother was not like us, but she loved us anyway.

John, my brother was the oldest and already able to soar. He would become barely visible in the sky. Me, Julie and Mother liked to watch him, we never got tired of seeing him in the sky. He never disappeared completely in the sky.

We lived in a secluded little place in the middle of the mountains somewhere where the leaves in the trees changed, but the seasons never did. When we needed something Mother drove to town leaving John in charge and it was a two day trip for her. She tried not to leave too often, but sometimes it become absolutely necessary when we were running out of food we couldn’t grow and medicine when one of us was sick. There had never been a reason for us to go with Mother besides curiosity, but we all knew she would not allow it, so we didn’t even ask. Visitors were rare, but when someone did occasionally show up, Mother made us stay away and John on the ground. The visitors always left soon without staying longer than necessary, most were lost. They never came back. Except for one. One visitor that changed everything.

It was a fresh spring day when he came. He said he was lost, but from the glimpses Julie and I stole from him, he didn’t look like the mountain climber or traveler that usually stopped here. Mother and John seemed to notice as well but didn’t do anything about it. He was allowed to stay for the night and would leave the next day after getting directions. It was almost night already.

While there was still light outside John said he would go out a bit and be back in half an hour. Julie and I decided to go out as well to the meadow to play a bit. She fell while jumping from a tree at the edge of the meadow once and I made sure all of her limbs were okay. Julie was very small for her and had always been. She had light brown wavy hair with golden streaks that was very long and her skin was very light, her eyes were amber. You could always see the curiosity of the world in her eyes, she talked a lot, but could be extremely quiet other times. We played and ran around until it was almost entirely dark and then decided we would go back to the house. While walking back John suddenly landed right next to us, there had been times in the past when he startled us quite a bit but we were all used to him doing that by now, so we just kept walking.  

            John was the quiet one. He never seemed to talk much. There were times it felt like he knew something me and Julie did not, which I guess now he did. He was tall with dark brown hair and well built because he worked out a lot. His skin had a natural tan and brown eyes that always seemed worried. John, Julie and I looked nothing alike. I had light skin, not as pale as Julie and not as tan as John. My hair was bronze brown and my eyes were an amber hazel color. I haven’t changed much since then either. I also wasn’t very talkative or very quiet, but I was always cheerful trying to make everyone happy. I was always especially happy when I could make my brother smile by saying something clever or completely stupid.

As we walked back Julie was in between me and John holding our hands to her small ones. She was telling John about the tree she had fallen from and I gave him a guilty look from not having paid more attention to Julie. While Julie talked the house became visible and when we got closer I saw a light in a window in the second floor of our house. The light looked as if it was coming from mine and John’s room.  I noticed somebody by the window who looked as if it was watching us. When we got closer even closer to the house the figure in the window had disappeared. I didn’t think much of it. How I regret that, had I told John about it we might still be together today.