Wingless [Complete]

Chapter 15: The Ones You Can Trust

I look around frantically, completely disoriented. I have absolutely no idea where I am. My hair whips around me as I swing my head from side to side, searching. Searching for anything but this. This.

Grey. Everything is grey. Not an ounce of colour. No red, gold, blue, green, brown, purple . . . anything at all. I feel as my heart and breath speeds up in panic. My hands become clammy. The only thing running through my head is: I am lost. I am lost. I am lost. I am lost. I am lost. On repeat.

The worst part? I'm lost in nothingness. I'm not somewhere. I am nowhere. I'm in nothingness, nowhere, with nobody. That is the worst part.

I feel small, like I was many years ago. But this time, there wasn't my mother's skirt to hide behind. I wanted to call out "Mummy! Daddy!" but I knew no one would answer. I curled up, pulling my knees to my chest. Would I ever be able to return? What did I do to deserve this? Why was this happening to me?

I felt tears leak out of the corners of my eyes. They were tears of surrender. I have given up on trying to understand. This was hopeless. All of this was hopeless.

I hugged myself tighter, trying to have at least a bit of comfort. I started to rock back and forth, my mind going blank. I did not know how long I had already been here and I do not know how long I am going to stay.

Suddenly . . . Black. Blank. Then . . .

I gasp in a breath, trying to return my thoughts from the tumble of emotions I had felt. I flex my hands. They had returned to a normal size. My normal size. I look at my legs and move the rest of my body. I was back in my body.

I was fine. The emotions of absolute terror I had felt a few moments ago were gone. I just felt an echo of them rippling like waves through my body. Then, they slowly got smaller until they had disappeared completely.

A voice interrupts my train of thought. "Those feelings are what everyone is feeling inside over here." A silhouette comes out of the shadows.

I just stare at the approaching figure in anticipation, while staying mute, as if unable to speak. Soon the figure steps out of the grey, dull smoke, making me able to see what I can now see is a her.

She glides towards me, seeming as if she was not touching the floor, and then kneels down in front of me. This was when I noticed I had still not gotten up from my partial sitting position on the floor.

"Fire-girl, you must hurry. Many have given up and I fear many more will disappear soon." Her voice washes over me, soothingly, but her tone is impatient.

I am startled by the tone in her voice. The sharpness that I hadn't expected to hear from her. I try to handle the change of her demeanor from one statement to another.

She draws my chin up to look her in the eye. I comply and look at her. That is when I am struck and am awed by her startling beauty. That is when I recognize her.

The woman with the waterfall of silver hair that fell down her back in a glossy wave. The woman with the beautiful, incredibly mesmerizing silver eyes that seemed as if they could see everything. The woman with the silky, soft, silver dress that seemed to be made out of silver starlight. The silver woman made of stars.

"I know I'm hurrying you, fire-girl, and I do want you to hurry." Star-woman smiles, now talking in a much gentler tone. "But remember, you must, before anything else, find your friends. This journey will test you." She looks at me sternly, trying to impress a point on me in any way. "Find your team. Find your friends. In this mess, you'll need them."

I nod, showing that I understand. I must find the ones who I can trust. I need friends I can trust. Trust. Star-woman lets go of my chin, which I had not noticed she was gripping the whole time. Instead, she reaches out and brushes my hair back.

She continues. "Someone you know is not going to come up and stab you in the back. They'll come at a time least expected."

I wonder why she seems so sad when she says this and why she extended this reminder in a warning tone. There was really only one explanation . . . which lead me to wonder where this place was exactly.

"Don't lose, fire-girl."

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Find your team . . . someone who isn't going to stab you in the back . . . don't lose, fire-girl . . .

Those were the word echoing in my head as I woke up. They rung in my head, on repeat, as if they wanted to remind me to never forget them. I probably never would. After all, the dream was all sorts of strange.

"Rowena." I hear a voice call out. "It would be very nice if you could put down the fire wall. Lina and Lucas can get out fine, but we can't."

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This chapter is shorter, even though I had said in the last A/N that I would be making the chapters longer. I just wanted to have this chapter end here because it was the best ending place. I didn't want to make it any longer.

Did you like the song? I know some of the words may not have fit, but most of them did and so did the overall emotion of the song.

Thanks for reading! PLEASE vote if you liked it and comment any thoughts! I love feedback!

~Julica❤