I shook my mother's shoulders, tears slipping free and splattering her cold body. Her heart had stilled, her eyes staring past me into the sky. "Mother, come back!" I sobbed, wings shaking as I knelt by her side.
How could this happen?
I replayed the moment her neck had snapped. Over. And over. And over.
How could I let this happen?
"Moonsong."
My father was standing behind me, cold fire raging in his eyes. "You caused this carnage. You are to blame, Moonsong, do you realize that?"
I gaped at him, but he held up a talon to stop the flood of words that threatened to break free of me.
"Moonsong, you were raised to be the heir to the FlashWing throne. But you have failed."
"Father-"
He spoke louder, seeming oblivious to my objections.
"From now on, you are no longer a FlashWing. You shall never live among us again. Not now, not ever."
He leaned in closer, and a flicker of sadness reflected in his eyes.
"You don't want to do this, Father." I said quietly, and he tensed at the words. "Silence, monster of night, devil of shadows," he growled, and I flinched.
"You are no longer my daughter."
Skybright's, Reflex's, and Darksun's faces were stony as they turned away from me. Slowly, the surviving kingdom followed their lead, turning their backs on me as I shivered alone until only my father, the king, faced me.
"Our queen is dead. And so are you."
My father snapped his wings open, and I hugged my mother's body one last time before I was dragged out of the crowd. I fought weakly, but Shanti's voice stopped me.
"Moonsong, it's me."
Her voice was soft. Sympathetic, as if she knew what it was like to be rejected by everyone.
Your family.
Your tribe.
Your life.
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The Ghost Crown - FlashWing Chronicles
Fantasy**FlashWings are a closed tribe owned by me, aka LoveArdent (on deviantArt) **Cover created by MoonrisetheMage on deviantArt ------ Moonsong was born different. As the youngest, she was the heir to the FlashWing...
