“What is this room, Nealson?” I asked as we entered a big white hall.
The room was so marvelous, I was almost speechless.
“This is the gathering hall that belongs to our dynasty,” he told me, looking proud.
“So you're royal?” I asked him.
“Yes,” he nodded, “but so is most of angels up here.”
“Wow.”
“Now, spread your wings,” he insisted.
I took few steps away from him and turned around, facing him. I closed my eyes and brought my hand up to my necklace. I grabbed my necklace into my fist, squeezing it tightly. Within a blink of an eye, my wings were visible. I opened my eyes and looked Nealson straight into the eye. His expression was priceless. His eyes were widened and his mouth hang open.
“What?” I asked him.
He tried to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth. He just stared at my wings. I turned my head to see if there was something wrong with my wings.
“What the fuck?” I gasped after I'd seen my wings, “These are not my wings!”
My black wings were gone. My damn wings were white, but they still had that golden undertone. I looked at the length of my white wings, they were shorter.
“I-I,” he stuttered, “These are your wings.”
“No they aren't,” I argued, “Mine aren't that short!”
“They aren't short,” he said, “They are in normal length.”
“Yes, they are short. How am I supposed to fly with those small wings?” I asked him, catching a disgusted tone in my voice.
He ignored my comment and questioned: “Why did you tell me that you were a fallen angel?”
“Because I am a fallen angel.”
“Then why you have white wings?”
“I already told you, these are not my wings. Mine are black,” I told him.
I let go of my necklace, hiding my wings.
“Hey, I didn't tell you to hide them,” he informed, “Spread them again.”
“If I spread them, may I fly around here a little?” I asked.
He simply nodded. I pushed myself up from the floor, spreading my wings again. I closed my eyes, enjoying flying again. I heard a gasp from behind me. I turned around.
“What now?” I asked him, when I saw another priceless expression of his.
“H-how d-did you do t-that?”
“Do what?” I was confused.
“How did you do that with your wings?” he pointed at my wings.
I gasped again. I got really confused. My wings were black again.
“I don't know, Nealson, I don't know,” I mumbled.
I landed on my feet, because I didn't feel like flying anymore. Nealson came closer to me.
“So you are a fallen angel?”
“Duh, I told you,” I answered.
He turned his gaze from my wings to me. “May I have a closer look at your wings?”
“Why?” I asked, “Haven't you seen fallen angel's wings?”
“I have,” he admitted, “But yours' seem different. So, may I?”
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Graceful Wings
ParanormalMyla is a 16-year-old girl, who goes to school in day time and works at night time to support herself and her grandmother. She has never met her parents. But one night, while walking home something happens in the dark. How will that one dark night...