Flight For Freedom

Chapter Six - The AHRC

14th November 2015

In the hall stand three people. Directly in front of me and at the middle of the trio stands a man who looks roughly the same age as Priscilla.

The man stands at approximately six feet and has an overall welcoming appearance. His eyes are a deep, friendly blue; light freckles adorn his face sparsely and a slight stubble is the only thing that perhaps lessens the youth of his face.

Just as Priscilla runs up to him, holding him in a tight embrace, I notice his hair and wings. His hair is slightly curly and rather tousled and is dyed a stunning blue/grey colour. My eyes move to his wings and I notice that they too are dyed the same striking colour. However, even the colour is not quite as fascinating as his wing type. His wings are massive and even contracted tightly onto his back, they sweep the floor. I have never seen primaries quite like his before either - they seem to hang loosely from the wing like silver streamers and are immensely long.

To the left of the man stands a tall girl who looks bizarrely similar to Priscilla. The girl looks as if she has come straight from a movie - she has long, glossy brown hair, large hazel doe-eyes, large lips that are painted a deep red and extremely long limbs that most models would be envious of. Her wings are also glossy and a deep chocolate brown and look extremely delicate.

I look to my left and smirk as I notice Zach standing in complete awe, his mouth wide open. I step on his foot lightly and he attempts to style it out, pretending to yawn. I have to try extremely hard to stop myself from bursting out in laughter at his poor attempt of a recovery.

Despite the looks of the other two people, my eyes are drawn irresistibly to the girl to the left of the man. When Priscilla finally stops talking to her and moves onto the girl on the right, I am able to properly see her, unobstructed.

My eyes widen as I take in the indescribable beauty of the girl. She smiles awkwardly at our group, her massive deep-brown eyes moving rapidly, taking in the appearance of every one of us. Her face is slightly tanned and again, she somewhat resembles Priscilla. Her small, slightly upturned nose is covered with tiny freckles and her cheeks turn slightly pink as she sweeps a long fringe out of her eyes. Whilst being slightly childish, her face also speaks mischief. Her pouty lips are covered with a dark lipstick and when she smiles, a dimple appears on either side of her mouth. Her hair is cut into a pixie cut, with a side-fringe that falls across her left eye. The very tips of her fringe are dyed an electric blue whilst the rest of her hair is dyed jet-black. Whilst my wings seem to resemble those of a kestrel in shape, hers resemble those of a swift and are very delicate and pointed and are also dyed jet-black, with the tips the same electric blue as her fringe.

Catching me staring, the girl gives me a wide smile, showing a small gap between her top two front teeth. Her grin is infectious and I instantly smile back. Finally finishing her conversation with the girl with the long, brown hair, Priscilla turns to us and begins to speak.

"You're probably all pretty confused as to who these people are so I'm going to introduce them to you, and stop leaving you in the dark." Priscilla begins,

"This is my friend Jason, we've been friends since school and he was the one to really tell me about the AHRC." Priscilla says, pointing towards the man with the strange wings. Jason smiles at us and I instantly feel safe, he appears extremely friendly.

"This is my nineteen-year-old sister, Arabella." Priscilla gestures towards the model-like girl to the right of the man. Arabella waves slightly, before greeting us all, flashing a set of perfect teeth.

"And lastly, my other sister, Zara, although she's more often known as Swift round here. She's a year older than you all, so that makes you the youngest people to make it inside this building." Says Priscilla. Swift gives another shy smile, but her eyes seem to hold mine a little longer than anyone else's.