Waiting To Take Flight

Chapter 1 (Part 2)

                  The beast was thrown back into its cage. The realization of what I had done seeped into my bones. I caused all of the destruction that was laid out before me. The wind stopped howling, the rain stopped pouring, and the thunder silenced. I needed to get to my parents, but it proved to be impossible. Along with the death of my storm, the consistency of my fluttering wings quickly came to a halt.  

                  The world began to spin and my heart fell into my stomach as I began to fall out of the sky. I shut my eyes hoping that when I opened them I would find that this was all a dream. My arms wildly flailed around me hoping to catch a grip on something, but it was useless. I was going to die. I could faintly hear a soft buzz like a humming bird fervently flapping its wings growing loudly as whatever creature grew closer to my falling form. I felt a hand grab my wrist and I was pulled to someone’s chest. I was saved, relief flooding throughout my body. 

                   I opened my eyes to view my savior and the first things about him that caught my attention were his blood red wings. I stared at them bewitched by their beauty and knew that the man holding me was a soul. He didn’t appear to be much older than me. His features suggested that he was probably in his late teens or early twenties. His hair was the color of the sun’s rays and his skin was a milky white tone. My rescuer cradled me in his muscular arms as we soared through the sky. The storm had stopped, and I was safe, and yet I didn’t feel any better and I wouldn’t until I was assured of my parents’ safety.

                   “Save them, please!” I pleaded clenching my rescuer’s shirt desperately, my voice cracking from the overwhelming guilt I felt. He tilted his head down and I was immediately frozen by his icy gray stare. My stomach began to turn uncomfortably as a menacing smile gradually formed on his face.

                   “Oh, we’ve got everything under control,” he laughed viciously. Fear consumed me. He was no longer my savior he was a threat. Needing to get out of his tight hold, I began to thrash violently in his arms, but he only gripped me tighter, taking me farther away from my parents. I couldn’t save them, “Help!” I cried out repeatedly, but who was going to hear her me? We were so far up from the ground and everyone in town was surely preoccupied with dealing with the aftermath of my storm. This was my entire fault.

                   “No one can hear you, Princess,” my horrible savior sang mockingly, repeating my thoughts.

                   “What do you want? Why are you taking me? Who are you?” I asked anxiously, but he didn’t answer, I twisted my head and could faintly make out my mother’s form through puffs of smoke, but failed to see my father. My mom had sprouted a pair of silver wings and her hair was no longer a honey brown, but the same silvery-gray color as my own hair.

                   She was fighting off two hooded figures with twin pairs of black wings shooting from their backs. Her pace was beginning to slow, her movements no longer precise, but sloppy and sporadic. She wouldn’t last much longer. My heart ached. I couldn’t help I was useless. Accepting defeat, I stopped my futile attempts at escaping. We continued to fly over my town and I fell into a deep sorrowful regret as I took in the destruction I had created. I let out one last doubtful plea for help and my horrible savior slapped a hand over my mouth.

                   I bit down hard on his large hand, he snatched it back, and cried out in pain, loosening his grip enough for me to escape, but I didn’t have any control over my wings. Where was I suppose to go except down to my death if I had escaped from his grip. It was a risk I was willing to take, I fell from his arms and was freed from the beautiful stranger, but before I knew it I was caught for a second time and returned to the red-winged man.