Goldberg's daughter

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Tyler
After skimming over  the files, I looked at the girl, 'Lucy', in a new light.

Not only did she have to grow up in that sort of environment, but figure everything out herself. I still can't believe she flew here by herself, no wonder she practically collapsed.

After Miguel took her to one of the guest bedrooms, he came back and we had a talk.

"So. I guess that this means we now know why we have these wings." I decided to start off this conversation lightly, then slowly work into the deep questions.

"We don't know everything yet. I still can't fully believe it. She is supposed to... Guide us? She's younger than us by more than one would expect."

"That reminds me, We have to ask her about her age. We wouldn't want an innocent little girl like her to get hurt. She only looks around thirteen." Miguel gave a small nod of agreement.

"For now, we must accept her into our little 'group'. She could help us with flying." Miguel stared back at his wings with an expression of frustration. I was frustrated as well.

"Speaking of flying, how did she even ge- wait. I remember the files saying something about... A tail, perhaps?" I knew that we were both thinking the same thing as we both looked at each other with wide eyes at the new revelation. We would fly with a tail!

Later on, after discussing ideas on how to make a tail and a schedule for 'learning to fly'-as Miguel called it- we finally went to get some much needed rest.

Tomorrow would be a new day. Tomorrow, our new lives will begin. I fell asleep with those thoughts lingering in the empty spaces of my mind.

*

The bunk mattress dug into my wings painfully, this was not a great start to the morning... But as soon as I remebered what we were going to attempt to accomplish today, my mood brightened. I sprang out of the bottom bunk, whacking my head in the process, and with a new light (and a bruised forehead) made my way to the makeshift kitchen where the food supplies were kept.

Miguel had moved Lucy's backpack to there with both of ours later that night, after quickly finishing the files. I should probably read over them again as I was rushing last night. I was also exhausted and ready to drop. Yeah...reading over files is a must do.

Miguel walked in just as I was opening a packet of dried apricots. They were okay, but not the best.

We both smiled at each other and turned away, then looked back at each other so fast I'm surprised I didn't get whiplash and had a mirrored expression of wide eyes and worried faces. What about Lucy?

We both made a run for the room she was placed in, only to find it empty. We searched the whole cabin, but she was nowhere. I met up with Miguel in the lounge room and I opened my mouth to ask what we should do, only to be inturupted. By the most beautiful voice I've ever heard.

The song was eery and creepily beautiful. Both Miguel and I were frozen in our stance as we listened until the end.

I was left in a dazed trance by the unearthly voice that graced my ears. It couldn't be Lucy, she looked so sweet and little. She couldn't possibly have that much sadness coursing through her veins to sing that song. Just what has she been through?

I knew it was time to move when I watched Miguel's figure disappear out the front door. The voice did sound like it came from that direction.

I quickly followed and found him turning in all directions towards the surrounding forest, looking for a pair of silver, almost unearthly eyes and ungodly white long hair.

I followed suit and soon stopped as I spotted a figure on top of the cabin. There was no mistaking that the small frame belonged to none other than Lucy. She had her knees up to her chest, facing away from us and watching the sunrise. I looked away swiftly as the sharp Ray's of early sunlight jabbed and blinded my sensitive eyes momentarily. I opened my mouth to call out her name.

"Lucy!" It did not come from me, but Miguel.

"Lucy! Come down before you hurt yourself!" This time I got my sentence in without being interrupted.

She slowly turned around to look at us, her face as blank as ever. It was hard to imagine such emotional words left her slack mouth just moments ago. She seemed unfazed as she slowly stood up, flared out her wings and glided down onto the dew covered forest floor.

Lucy looked up at us with her ever still expression and almost clear eyes as she politely asked; "Is it time for breakfast?" We were left speechless and could only nod as she made her way inside, with her almost fluorescent white wings elegantly trailing behind her.

I stalked in after her and Miguel followed suit. She entered the small kitchen area and took one look at the dried apricots with a mildly disgusted look in her eyes before walking towards her heavily stuffed backpack. It was full to the brim and I had no idea how she could walk, let alone fly, with that thing.

Lucy opened it up and brought out some packaged eggs, dried apples, lifelong milk and some long lasting cereal. She poured some of the water from a big one litre water bottle in her bag into the stainless steel kettle on the limited bench space. She picked up the apricots from the small, round table and took it over to the countertop. The rest of the water went into the portable fridge next to the small pantry.

The teabags came next. Then the plastic cups. Then the plastic plates from the cupboard. By the end of a total twenty minutes of both Miguel and I standing there like two lost puppies, the small dining table was covered in a proper breakfast. Who knew such a young person could cook such a well made meal?

The cereal was covered in dried apples and apricots, with a dash of sugar to make it that much better. She had cooked three eggs on the portable stove next to the microwave and they were cooked to perfection. Then she made the tea, but not before asking if we wanted sugar. Overall, it was a delicious looking meal.

She had us sit down either side of her. But just as my hand reached for the plate of eggs, Lucy grabbed it, so fast that I didn't even see realise it had happened until a few seconds after the occurrence.

"Are we not going to give thanks?" I had almost forgotten about Miguel, and her family might have given some form of thanks as well. Who knows what that messed up sociopath of a man did. Miguel gave her a thankful look and proceeded to look down with his eyes closed. Lucy did the same thing and out of common curtesy, I followed. After a few long minutes with my stomach silently growling, I heard him mumble a soft, 'Amen', and the meal proceeded. The

If there was a heaven, I was in it. Usually the food tasted barely edible, but Lucy had somehow turned it into something magnificent. I was tempted to ask her about earlier, but didn't want to ruin the mood. After breakfast and tea, I was-for the first time in a few days- not hungry.

Now the only thing in life to do was learn how to fly, if it was even possible.