Afraid to Fly

Intro

Everyone is born with wings. When we're newborn, they're just little nubs protruding from our backs. They're a deep crimson or a vivid eggplant. Soft and fluffy, unable to lift our bodies even inches off the ground. As we grow older, they lighten up. Girls are pink, and boys are blue. That's how it is, and how it should always be.

But not all wings are the same shade. Wings generally reciprocate the person's personality. A more 'edgy' personality or someone lonely, isolated, or antisocial will have a shade similar to indigo or magenta. Someone who is rather optimistic, someone who is considered bright and bubbly would have wings of arctic or blush. And they continue to change. Because people change, and that's life.

Of course, you can always dye your wings, if you have the money. For those wealthy rebels out there, you can go for a red or possibly a purple. Only the richest, most famous people can dye their wings white. White is a sign of openness, a sign of purity. Many celebrities dye their wings white to try and connect with their audience, to make people think they're all good and nice, all to raise their pay.

But under no circumstance can you dye your wings pink or blue. You can only stick with the shade you are born with.

That doesn't mean people don't try.

The color of your wings corresponds to the sex or gender your brain identifies with. You could have a girl's body but in your soul be a guy, or the other way around. Some people's wings flash violently from blue to pink with their ever changing gender.

Right now, there's people all across our world struggling because they have pink wings, but to society, they're supposed to have blue ones. There are people with blue wings whose wings are supposed to be pink. And the discrimination against them is terrible. They aren't allowed to shop at certain shops, they only get the worst jobs, and public abuse against them is legal. All we hear on the news now is how people like us are being shot, how people like us are being locked up because of crimes we didn't commit. It feels like the whole world is against us. People try to dye their wings to hide their true identity. Surgeries don't exist here, they can't just completely change their look. Their wings give away that they don't coralate with the sex they were born with.

That's where my organization comes in. We illegally sell dye, so to protect innocent people while the rebellion works on getting us equality.

Pink and blue wings, that's how it's supposed to be. No one has ever had yellow wings.

Except for me.

(A/N: Hi! Thanks for reading the intro to my first original story! As you can tell, the story will take place in a universe where everyone has wings, and everyone is expecting to fit into a cookie-cutter mold. Please *kindly* point out mistakes if you see them and constructive criticism is always welcome.
Bye bye for now!
~Snake)