Run I told myself. The store owner was just behind me. I had only stolen a few apples, well a few apples, a loaf of bread and some peanut butter. Ok, I see where he's coming from. I dodged a lamp pole, then I saw it, my run down, practically abandoned apartment building. I ran in. The door was old and cringed as I opened it. I sprinted up the 6 flights of stairs to my apartment. I ran in, slammed the door with a bang, and locked it up.
I looked around to make sure nothing had been stolen. The small, ratty, pull out bed was in place. My pillow and few blankets beside it. The small refrigerator was in the corner, next to a few old cabinets. I had a radio and that was that. The cabinets held a few shirts, some pants, and a pair of shorts. I took off my cloak and tossed on the couch. I through the apples in a bowl and the bread and peanut butter in a cabinet.
Tomorrow, I had a meeting with the boss-man, but for now I had to do my rounds. I pulled out my bed and laid down on my back. I soon began to pray to father, he is the ruler of the Blessed.
Now, I guess I must explain my crazy world, some parts of my life, and the corresponding religion.
A Blessed, is like a god, they rule the upperworld with beautiful powers and stand light, goodness, justice, and purity. I, am the (now lost) heir to the throne. I should have become the guardian of mortals.
Mortals are those in between a Blessed and a Cursed. They have a choice in their ways of life, to good and just or bad and unrighteous. When they die, they are laid for judgement. If they burn, they have lived a life of evil and turn into a demon. If they disappear in a flash of life, they lived a life of goodness, and they become angles.
A Cursed, is like a devil, they rule the underworld. They have powers that they use for dark purposes. They guide people to do the wrong thing, turning them to do their bidding.
I have previously stated that I was a former heir to the throne of Blessed, that is because, in my world we have legend about how when children of the Blessed are born, a Cursed is born with opposite intentions yet similar powers. When they meet, you could say sparks fly. Well, my wonderful after and his demonic counter part thought the a exchange program would calm us down.
Now I am shunned from my once brethren, and am now a slave unto the Cursed, my counter part has the same fate.
Well, now I must survey the city to make sure that no one has come suspecting me. I walk over to a small balcony overlooking a small portion of the city. I jump off the balcony. Just before I hit the pavement, my power ignites. I grow into a gryphon. (Yes I know that this is not the conventional spelling, but I prefer it and have found it works best in this story. I don't give a shot what you say. Thanks y'all) I had the upper body of an eagle, with slick black feathers that were a shiny, purple shade of black. I then had the back and headquarters of a golden lion. My wing span was fifteen feet..I flapped once and began flying.
I just circled the large city. There where tall buildings, made of glass and reached for the land of the Blessed. There were clean pristine streets, and dirty ugly alleys. There were shops filled with gold and jewels and riches, and stands with barely two wheels.
I am proud of my powers. I rule over the animalistic and wild side of nature. Animals are at my beck and call. I can transform into any animal, mythical or not.
The city was calm tonight, hardly anything unusual. Then use reach the area near where I stole me food for the week. The was girl, soldiers and a dark alley. I think you can take it from there. I swoop down and silently land at the back of the alley. I emerge and when they see me, they draw their swords. I roar and they laugh. They must be high on the fire water. I roar again, with more depth.
Then, the worst timing of course, the devils take hold of me, controlling my every whim. Then, they turn me on the soldiers. I can practically hear their laughs coming from the underworld.
I pounce on the unprepared soldiers, killing two of the ten instantly. Then, I am turned back into a human-ish. I didn't have a cloak, so my marks were revealed. They were bronze, silver, and gold lines weaving all over my body. They went from hips up to my face, covering it in a web of metallic color. Revealing for being either a Blessed or a Curesd. If they hadn't run before, most did now. There were only 3 left.
Either the bravest or the dumbest decided to speak. "What are you? Who are you" OK, he's definitely the dumbest. Now the demons inside me were ready to kill them all.
"Who am I!! I am Nero!! The watcher of this city, the Blessed of wild nature. You should fear my very presence." With that I killed one and the other two fled. Then, I felt peace as I was released. They no longer had a hold on my actions, up front at least.
Then I realized why I had been left alone.
The girl was still here, she had seen everything, and I have to be the one to clean it up.
The best thing to do would be erase her memory, but the demons had other ideas. I soon found myself hauling her unconscious body back to my apartment.
Sweet Dreams to Me
Thank you anyone who read this story. This is my first story on wattpad, and I hope every one likes it. If you see any grammar mistakes, or have a way for me to improve my writing, that would be greatly appreciated. That is not an invitation to hate, I will retaliate with fire to fire. Thank you again!! Bye, I hope to type to you soon.
