A Compilation of Fantasy Concepts

Chapter 21....Unwilling Sacrifice

[]WARNING: A lot of violence ahead. Most of my stories suggest mildly dark themes...but this one goes borderline gore, further in. Please proceed at own discretion.[]

"What are you doing down there, silly?"

The girl asked, leaning over the pile of feathers and limbs spread out beneath her.

"I can't move."

The boy replied. The girl didn't seem much alarmed by this. There were many such events in this area, you see. The starting flints of a war had caught flame. The people of this forest would often pass a half-disintegrated corpse on their way to work, and the injured would stop by on a diner or bar on the way of their journey. It was a common occurrence; the residents were numb. The girl settled herself by the boy's side. Slowly, carefully, she reached out to stroke the large white feathers that protruded from his two large, lightly soiled appendages. They were soft as wisps of baby hair, a silky soft of silkworm nests. The boy watched her as she did this, sunset-colored eyes bordered with timid worry at first, though she only stroked his wing as she settled, which, he found, brought him no harm.

"Where are you from?" The girl asked.

In response, the boy only looked up. The girl joined him, and the two sat staring at the newly-twinkling starts overhead in the early twilight.

"Up there?" She asked, eyes still captivated in awe.

"Hm." The boy confirmed, his eyes, too, caught by the view.

It was a while before the girl could tear her eyes away to resume the conversation. She'd lifted the other wing to the edge her lap, and now ran her hands across it like one would pet a small rabbit. It was without the boy's consent, however, and the change in altitude on one end brought him a bit of discomfort. His wings could definitely stretch that way, but it was a stretch. The boy's eyes moved from the sky and towards the girl, more in wary than in interest.

"What are you doing down here?"

She asked.

"I fell."

He replied. It was a standard response where he came, such as one on the ground might claim they ran into a pole. The girl seemed to accept this answer in full, however.

"How come?"

"I was running away."

The girl considered this, looked down at the boy, and up at the sky. The boy's eyes moved to the sky, again, too. There was something magnetic about the view from here.

"You couldn't fly?" The girl inferred, mostly from the fact that the boy was now here, immobile and injured in the ground.

"Yeah..." He paused, turning his head back to the girl. The twilight gave the illusion that his eyes were aglow. The faerie girl watched them in awe, hands pausing on the feathers tickling her dress. "I took a leap of faith...and then gravity sort of took over from there." He admitted.

This brought a small smile to the girl's face. She would have laughed, if the situation wasn't so grim. "What's your name?" She asked.

The boy stared at her in loss. You could see it in his eyes. At last he replied, "I don't have one."

The girl accepted this without suspicion. "Then I'll give you one." She declared, frowning as she racked her head. The boy watched her, entertained by her prescience. "I've got it! I'll call you William, because it would take a lot of Will to take the chance of plummeting to your death when you know you can't fly."

Somehow, this made the white-haired boy grin.
"What's your name?" He asked.

"Ella," She replied. He laughed.