Zelphia

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The rain poured down in heavy sheets. I stood still in the center of the path, arms spread wide. I had never felt like this before. Venerable. Human. Alive

The muscles of my back ached. I could feel the material of my shirt resting against the fresh wounds there. I was only glad that the blood had stopped flowing.

I felt free without my wings. Every time I had removed some else's, it had felt like a shame. They would never be able to fly, never be accepted as trustworthy again, but I felt delighted. The weight on my back was gone. I realized that you didn't need wings to touch the clouds.

When I was thoroughly soaked, I began to wander North, mind set. I needed to find Elliot. Amyra would be angry if I stalled any longer. I knew that Council would be off my trail, for a little while at least. They couldn't possibly know that I was gone yet.

I hoped they would send Nail to find me. He was their best Warrior, but I was the better Healer. I had been forbidden to fight, I could inflict too much damage. I smiled as I walked and ignored the smoke coming off me. I was more happy than I could ever remember being.

Because I had been set free of my duties, and I could finally kill him.

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