Dark Everglades: The Rising Sun [BOOK ONE] {BEING RE-WRITTEN}

Ethan

Ethan's POV

I walk back into the living room, thinking about what my grandmother told me. I either find my powers in fear or love. That's a little hard to believe, but I can go with it.

My mother stands in the living room with her arms crossed. Oh I'm in trouble...

I quickly walk over to the kitchen, silently opening and looking through the fridge. "Hello mother, nice to see you, how was your day?" I stall.

I hear her footsteps walking over to me and I start to inwardly panic.

I feel a pit grow in my stomach as she grabs my arm and makes me look at her. "Ethan Christopher Bridge! You blew up your bedroom wall-!"

I stop her right there. "I didn't blow up anything."

"Then how did you leave the house without me seeing you?" She questions and I shrug, moving away from her grip.

"Maybe you weren't paying attention, because I walked right out the front door."

I turn back around, searching in the fridge for something to drink.

"I would know if my own child-"

I don't know what came over me, but out of no where I yell out, "You don't know! You don't ever know because you never listen. All you do is sit and watch TV all day and the only time you move is if you need to go to the bathroom, your hungry or I did something wrong!"

I'm not nervous anymore. If anything I'm angry.

"What do you mean!? I take care of you-" She starts and I interrupt yet again.

"No you don't! You never take care of me! Grandma did! You just sit on your lazy butt all the time! Just get away from me!" My voice cracks with my emotion, and ice shards explode from the floor and freeze the counters and almost all of the kitchen.

My mother looks at me in shock. I quickly run out of the house before she can say anything else.

The wind blasts through my hair as I run through the streets of the horrible place I am forced to live in. Why does it have to be this way? Why can't we all just live together? I hate it so much.

I come upon a dark path and I notice it immediately. The path to woods - or what's left of them - i quickly run down the path, entering the light and barren woods.

Now, the woods here are small, but it's the best I have as a hiding spot at this moment. Snow and ice cover the ground as trees shoot over my head like skyscrapers. The air is cold but that helps me focus.

I need to think. To just keep away from society. The woods seem perfect. No one ever comes here.

I silently start climbing a tree. I'm not the best tree climber. But I somehow make it high enough out of a normal persons reach.

Now some of you may think, wait, don't you have wings? Why not just use them? Well, as I said before I prefer to keep them hidden. And I like doing normal things... Well... As normal as I can get it. I rarely use my wings. But couldn't I... No it's stupid. I shake my head at the idea I have.

I'm tempted. I am. Should I? I question myself as I sigh, giving in to my thoughts. I steady myself on the tree branches and take off my jacket and shirt. Because I don't want anymore holes in my clothes... Mom would flip!

I chuckle at that thought and focus. I take a deep breath and let my wings spread out.

At the moment they're about 8 feet in length, and they look like they're made of thin ice. They look really fragile, too fragile to hold me, however I know that they can.

I take a deep breath before stepping off the branches. My wings react quickly, flapping powerfully, making it hard to believe they're mine. I fly upwards like a bullet.

You would think that I would suck at flying, due to me rarely using my wings. However, I learned all the basics when I was little, and since I rarely use my wings they're faster, due to lack of usage and have more energy.

I keep flying up until I pass the tallest tree in the forest. The view is amazing. Stunning. The night sky runs across the scene. Ice and snow litter the ground as houses shoot up from every which way. Everything here is beautiful.

However, I would never want to be apart of it. I would rather be human. Have normal colored eyes, not be able to freeze my home or blow walls up. However, no one knows that.

I sigh and let myself drop. Everything seems too be in slow motion. I don't allow my wings to move, I just slowly start to fall back to the ground. I let myself feel as though I'm a leaf, my back facing the ground and my face looking at the sky. I can hear some people screaming.

Shit.. they must be watching.

I'm not that surprised that people can see me. After all I'm at a very visible height.

I give out a loud annoyed sigh and turn my face to the ground. The feet come closer and closer to the ground until I'm only a few yards from the ground.

The drop can kill me, I think, then my wings flap once, stopping me from death and I hit the ground with a grunt.

The snow gets in my hair and on my skin. I hide my wings again, putting them up for a very long while before I close my eyes.

"Just let me live a normal life.." I whisper into the darkness of night.