Crystal Wings

An Unwanted Visitor

     I woke up on a bed, not even in a building, just a bed... in the middle of nowhere, of course.
  "Mitchel", said my Father's voice, which sent shivers down my spine. I got off the bed and turned around to come face to face with my father.
  "It's Lea", I said, gripping my daggers tightly under my hoodie pockets.
  "Oh, Mitchel, Mitchel, Mitchel. You're still so naive, much like a child I once knew", he said with a smug look on his face.
  "You have no idea how much I want to stab you right now", I said, my voice sounding a bit more deep and cruel than I wanted it to.
  "Do you have no respect for your father? Mitchel this is not how we raised you", he said, pretending to be offended. I just rolled my eyes.
  "Of course not, with all the care you treated me with, I should be a little devil", I said, keeping myself from slapping or kicking him, "Why did you bring me here?", I said, getting right to the point.
  "I brought you to ask you to join me", he said, full seriousness in his voice and expression. I laughed at his comment.

      "Seriously? Join you?", I said and kept laughing. That's when he did something that was stooping low, even for him.
     He brought his hands up to my neck and began to tighten his grip.
  "Yes, Lea, I'm serious. You're going to do it, you have no choice. You don't deserve a choice. You were, but, a mistake", he said as I began to run out of breath and choke.
  "Let... go...", I managed to say as I coughed.
  "Not until you say you will join me in my quest to destroy Minecraftia with my Witherstorm", he said, his grip tightening even more. I nodded and he let go.
  "Good", he said and I fell on my knees as I coughed.

     What I was about to do was crazy... but it was all I could think of. I stood up and spread my wings.
  "What are you-?", he said and I interrupted, flapping my unharmed wing in his face as he flew back.
  I took this chance and gathered up enough strength to fly up to the tallest tree I could find. I began jumping through the trees until I was many blocks away from my father. I didn't stop. I kept jumping until the giant mountain the cave we were at came into view.

     I got there and weakly flapped to the cave. I fell from mid-air straight to the ground. I let out a yell in pain as I hit the ground. My vision was shaky from hitting the ground so hard. I attempted to adjust my vision but failed.

     I stumbled to the entrance to the cave and supported myself on the wall before collapsing completely on the ground, not even bothering to tuck in my wings.
  "Lea!", I could hear voices calling my name from what seemed far, far away. I rested my back on the wall behind me and tried my hardest to catch my breath.

     My breathing was unsteady, my head was pounding, and the bandage that was wrapped around my injured wing was unraveling. Let's not even start on how much my not-yet- completely-healed injuries from the fight hurt. My neck still felt like my father's hands were wrapped around it, no doubt my neck was marked red from his hands.

     My vision began to adjust when some of my friends knelt down in front of me.
  "Lea", said, who I think was Zaya. Her voice felt far away.
  "Lea", she repeated, her voice felt closer.
  "Lea!", she repeated once more as my hearing came back to normal.
My body finally reacted as it jerked forward, making me sit upright in my place. My breathing was still unsteady but it was better.

     "Someone get some ice and bandages!", Zaya called out as she layed my head down on a pillow. Jake came and placed his hands down on my neck. (Did I mention he's an ice elemental?) It cooled down the feeling of hands wrapped tightly around me neck. He removed his hands shortly after and I felt Claire wrapp my injured wing back into some bandages. I flinched as she tried to not hurt me more. Note: tried

     I sat up again once Claire had finished. I blinked several times to adjust my vision completely. Alpha knelt down in front of me as he snapped his fingers.
  "Lea, what the Nether happened to you?", he asked as I finally managed to make my breathing steady.
  "M-my father... he kidnapped me... he tried to get me to work on the Witherstorm's side... when I didn't accept, he tried to choke me... but I escaped", I said, taking several gasps in between.
   
     Some of my friends were surprised while others went deep into thought.
  "You're okay now, right?", said Claire behind me as I tucked in my wings and nodded. Damn I wish I would've kicked my father...

     I felt helpless, bothering my friends with my own problems. I kept getting injured and injuring others. My mind drifted into what happened last night... how Claire had gotten shot by a poison arrow. How I found out Herobrine wasn't in Minecraftia and how Steve was basically being his host. How Flame was the one who killed my mother.

     My jaw clenched and my fists balled up without noticing at the thought of my father. That cruel man who I called my father... he'd almost killed me today.
I was pulled from my toughts.
  "Lea, what's wrong?", asked Crystal, she'd known me all my life, she could probably tell I was dying to give someone a good punch in face.
I took a deep breath and relaxed a bit.
  "Nothing at all", I lied and plastered a smile on my face.
  "We should all be ready, I'm pretty sure my father won't hesitate to fire an attack. Specially when he knows we're here", I said and stood up slowly and stretched.
  "She's right. Let's prepare", said Claire and with that everyone went separate ways to sharpen their weapons, fix their bows and get more ammunition.
Everyone except Flame, who stood there, resting against the wall.

     He waited until everyone was gone to speak.
  "Lea, you can't fight like this. You have an injured wing, not-yet healed wounds on your sides and your powers are still not completely regenerated. Plus, I'm pretty sure your limbs still hurt from the extra strength you had to put in to fly away and escape your father's grip, which was clearly about the equivalent strength of a noose", he said with an elaborate use of hand gestures.
  "Flame, please, I'll be fine. I can't let myself stay behind while you guys go and fight the Witherstorm who, may I add, is controlled by my bloody father", I said, trying to convince him. He shook his head.
  "Lea, you are in no condition to fight. You have to stay", he said, standing upright, which, I will admit, intimidated me a little since he was taller than me.
  "No, Flame", I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
  "I'm not asking you", he said, slightly annoyed that I was arguing.

     I knew he was right, I was, really, in no condition to fight; but I had to. I can't just expect them to go and fight my father's Witherstorm when, in the end, it was probably my fault we were about to get attacked. While he was right, I wasn't wrong about this either, I was going to argue with him, I had to.
  "And too bad I don't care if you're asking me, I'm going to fight", I said dropping my arms to my sides and balling up my fists.
He sighed in frustration.
  "By the name of Herobrine...", he muttered under his breath as he ruffled his own hair in frustration, "Fine. But it's not my fault if you die... again", he said, finally giving in. I smiled victoriously as he went away to get his stuff.

     War after war, fight after fight... Why? Why can we not have a peaceful day, I'd settle for a peaceful week. I sighed. Most of the time I wanted to break down, just give up on this idiotic, never-ending fight.
  I could've, I had the chance to... but I didn't. It's hard to say I couldn't. I couldn't leave them behind, not after I knew my father was behind this.
  My father... he wasn't him. He might've been mean, and, yes, he might've left me to fend for myself, but he had never been violent.
  My mother and father were fire and ice, but neither would hurt us, even less if it was my mother.
  But that day, the day my mother died... he wasn't my dad anymore.

     His fatherly qualities, they'd disappeared . His once warm and comforting expression changed into a mean and vacant one. He was gone... forever.