Stories Im Probabky Never Going To Finish

King of Angels

The forest was quiet and I lay all by myself unlike in the palace with the court staring me down as I stood in the middle of the large throne room laced with lies, blood and gold. I hated the court always whispering, always judging. No matter how princely I tried to act they would always find a flaw in the act. Sariel always told me to stop acting like my father, but my father was a just and peaceful king, what does Sariel want me to go, fight every single person I meet? I hated him sometimes, but he never truly meant anything wrong which made me more gullible to his lies. He always told me to make allies not enemies but I didn't care. I truly hated being me, being born into this family.

I wish my wings weren't this color. I lifted one of the large brown wings that were tipped with white, the wings on the inside brought white speckles reminding me of the snow on the muddy ground.

Just like my personality, huh? I ran my hand through the thick mahogany blonde hair that was knotted. The peaceful quiet was interrupted by the sound of wings slapping the air.

Damn.

"Tabbris, to what do you think you're doing," asked a stern voice belonging to the barn owl angel, Sariel.

"Being alone" I retorted smugly, sitting up stretching my arms outward carelessly.

"Oh, I thought you had been kidnapped" he snapped. I laughed to myself.

"Hard time ever believing that" I snorted. "And it's not like you would care." I peeked over my shoulder to see his face had turned to a bright red in fury.

"You disgraceful little.... I raised you! You're like a son to me, I should be like a father to you, so why would I not care." He yelled, I continued to halfway ignore the rampaging aid.

"Even though you raised me doesn't mean that I consider you a father." I snapped back taking to my feet and stretching myself further. This set the intendant off into a loud uproar.

"When your father died I took care of you." Sariel shouted leaving a high pitched pinging in my ears.

"Yeah and my father died from a war you started." I shouted back and I knew I had won when he backed up slowly away from me. With little hesitation, I quickly got to the air making my way back to my room as the clouds sifted passed with the light colors of gold, pink and orange. The falling sun was beautiful today one of the better ones than the past couple days and reminded me of my mother who always wore those colors around the castle before the war. She had protected me and had died due to that fact. The people responsible for the war was the humans. Greedy thieves wanted everything, no matter how much they had to destroy, ruin or break they would get that one thing. And they wanted power, they wanted wings, they wanted everything an angel had no matter how hard it was to get. I remembered the streets after the war with bodies lining the gutters, angels no doubt, they all had their once beautifully colored and feathered wings cut off before they had died. The blue feathers of the Blue Jay angel, were magnificent and shown great beauty and lust. The dark gray of the rock pigeon was dull and yet so simple, it held great beauty. All gone. My mother's wings were not the color I had they were a soft delicate white of pure innocence. Removed from her screaming body and given to the commander after shooting her. Sariel did nothing against the invaders and I never forgave him for that, probably one of the reasons we fight too much.