The Black Wings

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

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As Hern and I walk, another conversation unfolds between the red winged king and his army captain.

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The red winged king sits in his magnificent throne room, filled with darkness and the color of a bloodied red.

His crimson cape flows over his elaborate spiked seat and matches his hair. He grips the handles tightly while awaiting news about the warning battle against the primary black winged tribe.

The captain causally strolls inside the vast room and turns into a bow right when he reaches the the king.

"News for your highness." He speaks in respect with his head still lowered.

The king motions for him to rise. "Ah yes, I am quite curious to hear it."

"The battle successfully drew in the savior but he managed to kill 6 of our men."

"He's getting stronger. But has he awakened yet?" The king inquires while frowning.

"It doesn't appear so."

"Good. Call the rest of the army leaders, we shall plan another attack but this time an actual one. Go on gather them, I will join you shortly."

The captain rises and goes to summon the other army leaders.

The king stands from his chair and glances up at the skylight that shines down.

He does not feel at all threatened by this pathetic prophecy. He knows when it comes down to the final fight, the blood of the savior will be on his sword in victory.

He shall rule with no oppressors or rebels. The red winged king pulls out his sword and swings it around a few times.

That savior may have killed 6 of his men but that was simply child's play, the king thought to himself. I may not even have to fight him.

With that thought, the king sheaths his antique blade and heads over to the tactical room to plan new strategies for a serious invasion.

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The doors behind me shut and lock. Hern slides into his seat with the other members of the council. I glance over to Nadie who immediately drops her gaze.

"The actions that have been caused by your hand is something we cannot overshadow. We have morals, we kill in the most painless way and bury with respect. It's a civil war against our brothers but one day we will be unified." The woman with the robotic eye reports to me.

She stands out of her chair with her hands shaking the piece of paper she's holding. I wonder how many times this protocol has been repeated?

"Ace, can we need a statement from you." She demands of me.

I feel rage creeping up on me but I force myself to talk to please. "What I did was wrong in your eyes. I have only just arrived, I am completely unaware of your beliefs. I saw a threat and ended it at once. I fought for my own life and for the lives of the innocent. I didn't have the time to make sure they had painless deaths." I responded to them.

The room grows dead silent, they mentally ponder my statement. I desperately want to shout at them how idiotic they all act but I restrain myself.

"It is in his nature." The sound of a husky man calling, breaks the silence.

"But he is with us, he should respect us. Half of his family shares our views and as long as he's staying here, he should too." The woman tells him strictly.

"What do you mean it's in my nature?" I ask with my voice cracking.

You can feel it there. They sometimes says you can feel pressure from inside a room and the intake of breaths. It's so strong in this room.

The husky man curses under his breath and stands to leave, abandoning his fellow council members.

Was it something I said?

"Can I be frank with you Mr. Staller?" The woman asks me.

Hesitantly, I nod.

She lets out a breath and straightens in her chair. "There have always been a pair of saviors with mixed wings. One has always represented the true spirit of the tribes. Take a good look at yourself."

Her words wash over me like wave. So one of us is the spirit of the red wings. That means one is the unifier and the other, the savior. The traits of us were to determine the pairing.

Realization hits me.

The black wings stand for peace.

Junior never fought back against Von.

I've killed 6 people today.

I am the savior.

I am the spirit of the red wings.

"So Junior is the spirit of the black wings. What does it have to do with anything?" I question causally.

Again the pressure in the room literally slams into me. What are they so afraid of saying?

"We don't associate with red wings. The temple is for the black wings who have perished, we ask of you to stop going there immediately. We've done the same thing with the other red wings. We apologize but we can't do disrespect to our ancestors." The husky man barges back in the room with his words stinging.

I feel blind rage crawl into my head and take control, making me lose it in my words.

"Oh I get it, you don't to associate with me. You treat the dead with respect like they're your brothers when in reality they disgust you! News flash, stop caring for the dead and worry for the living so they don't have to experience it!" I yell at them causing the man to sit in his chair a bit higher.

"Ac-"

"No don't, just fucking stop. Maybe it's in my nature. Part of my fate does involve killing an evil man for a purpose. I would honestly leave right now but like it or not, there are people dying without proper protection. I'll learn spear throwing or however the fuck you people fight. I need to save the innocent."

The council exchanges glances to one another. Should they let the red winged spirit in their ranks? They must know they need protection.

Hern makes eye contact. "Training starts at 5 am. If you do one thing we consider out of line, I will detain you."

His threat goes over my head.

"Sounds swell." I tell him sarcastically while shoving my way out of the room.