ICE BLOOD (#WATTYS2017)

CHAPTER ONE

Getting up from my sitting position, I started walking over to the bearded man, swishing my beautiful white gown in the process, making heads turn in my direction, giving me the sensation I was some kind of meat, and though bile was trying to make it's way out of my mouth, I gulped it down, not letting any of my emotions show as I reached the man with useless wings caused by a blast of freezing air by a Prylea warrior. Because of that, he was now a legend in Bycrest, though if you asked me, I would say he was just the usual prick with the typical hero label hiding his true colors.

"Sir, I have finished my last job, and since I have repaid you every single coin I owed you, I am now free." I said to him, chanting the words I had rehearsed for the past ten minutes, debating on how to put it. 

"Of course dear, I'll see you upstairs in five..." He slurred out, giving me a flirty wink, making me feel like vomiting once again. 

"Sir, I'm not going anywhere with..." Before I could finish, a woman dressed in a tight pink dress showing off her perfect body cut me mid phrase. 

"Omen Zoulton?" She shrieked, making everyone in a five foot radius turn and look at her.

 "The hero that had to come walking from Prylea, all because his wings were torn so badly he couldn't fly? The legend that had to fight a dragon on the way to save a family even though they all died in the end? The fairy who managed..."

 Looking at her excited face, I cut her rant in a bored tone, "Yes dear, so now that you know he actually exists, do you mind running along so we can get back to business? It will only take a couple of minutes, and if you do, you can chat with him for the rest of the night. Promise." I added when I saw her thoughtful face. 

After that, she skipped away, her eyes holding such happiness I was slightly startled. "Anyway," I said, looking straight in the drunk eyes of the old man, "back to what I was saying... I'm leaving your house tomorrow, heading for somewhere new where fairfolk don't know who I am, or who you made them think I was.". 

Looking at him expectantly, I realised he was too drunk to even understand me, so, going for the other plan, I took out a letter I had written, asked him to sign it, which he did happily, probably thinking I was some kind of fan asking for his autograph, and went upstairs to the room I was staying in, leaving the letter somewhere easy to find for someone who would be desperate to know where I had disappeared to.

After having packed everything, I got undressed, letting the white gown decorated with small pearls fall to the floor, where it would stay until one of the house maids found it in the morning and tidied it up. Before I headed over to the king size bed, I took the dark blue beads out of my hair, letting my blue nearly white hair fall in cascades down my back, making the small headache I had ease slightly. After putting the alarm on for before sunrise, I flopped down, letting my light blue wings act like a blanket, and creating stars around the room because of the moonlight bouncing off the thousands of frozen raindrops that naturally decorated them.

When I finally woke up, I took my small bag in one hand, and heading over to the red window, I jumped out. 

Looking back, I could make out the silhouette of the giant house, surrounded by green trees and flowers starting to bloom, gold and silver decorating the tall walls, and a faded shade of red for the roof. 

This was probably the last time I was ever going to see this place, and realising that, I took a deep breath, getting ready for the long journey I had ahead, and turning around again, I started flying North, where I knew Omen would never go, since that was where he was blasted out of the sky, along with his two-hundred men, leaving him and another man as the only survivors, but the latter then got killed by a dragon.

Or that's what the old man claimed.

Before I could get very far, a loud voice boomed over the grounds, "Where in fairies heaven do you think you're going!" 

Looking back at the mansion, I could just make out the old figure of the faker that had kept me tied in a leash for the last ten years. 

"Wherever the wind takes me, as long as it's nowhere near you!" I shouted back, letting my hatred filter into my voice, something I had only done once: the first day we had met, earning a hard slap on my cheek, leaving it bruised for weeks. 

Remembering that moment, I continued with venom and anger taking over the hatred: "Can't slap me now, can you!". 

With that, I flew as fast as I could, knowing that he would send guards to try and catch me, not only because I had just admitted he had slapped me, letting all fairies awake at that time hear me, but also because I was his best servant, though he said I did it for my own benefit to keep his coworkers from knowing the true start of my job: an unfair deal made to keep me under his command.

With every flap, I went higher, leaving the frustrated thoughts behind, along with the long green grass, the delicate yellow flowers moving in the rhythm of the breeze and the golden fields reflecting the small sunbeam making it's way through the horizon behind me.

The only thing I had in front of me now where giant white clouds, a set of swirling winds making my hair go everywhere, and a future.

A future I was going to build, a future without someone above me, commanding me to do things I didn't want to, telling me to go to places though being against it.

A future, with freedom.