The Story of the Secret Wings

I sat on the windowsill looking up at the graying sky, nothing has happened in what seemed like forever. Then again, nothing exciting ever happens in Nibelheim, not for me. My mother seemed to dampen my mood as well; she sat in an old chair knitting up a scarf for me, looking absolutely miserable. She had been like this for nearly a year; however, as much as I ask, she insisted that she was fine and I should not worry about her.

With wishful thinking I made a small window on the foggy window to see the town a bit better. We lived in a townhouse across the way from a baker shop, and just down the street from the town center, close to everything we needed. I sighed at nothing and continued to peer out of the window, wondering if it was just my imagination- or did I hear a buzzing in the distance?

I furrowed my brow and jumped from my seat, racing up the stairs to my bedroom, not disturbing my mother with my random act one bit. I ran into my door, nearly knocking it open as I hopped on my bed, so I could reach the window to peer out and have a better view of where the noise was coming from, for a moment, I could see nothing, but out of the fog came two foreign vehicles, somewhat of a rarity around here, two motorcycles raced down the street toward our house. I leaped off my bed and, nearly tripping over my feet as I ran down the hall, taking three or four stairs at a time- which if my mother saw, she would throw a fit- and landed in the living-room, right before the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” I hollered at my mother who was in the kitchen now, probably searching for extra yarn.

I skidded across the wooden floors and halted in front of the door, straightening myself up before I opened the door, “Hello?”

I stared into the chest of one tall man I looked up at him, seeing he was nearly a foot and a half taller than I was, while the other was only a bit shorter than he. The taller one, I assumed was older, had a broad and muscular structure, he had black hair, slicked back except for two bangs of hair on each side. What worried me about his appearance was the large buster sword on his back.

I tried to hide my grin as the other, younger one chuckled and had a silly grin on. He had no facial hair and sky-blue eyes that seemed to glow, reminding me of mine except, my own eyes were a greenish color, and more of his black hair was spiked, not much, but more than his companion. He was wearing a dark blue uniform, showing he was well build and still taller than average. I steadied my breathing and blinked at the two as they looked down at me, as if evaluating me.

“Um, you knocked on the door, so…is there something you want, or are you just gonna stand there and stare at me?” I asked, placing my hand on my hip.

The older gentleman-around his mid twenties- blinked and looked over my head, “No, sorry Miss, but is your mother home? We need to have a word with her.”

I turned around and looked past the door, “Mom! Some man says he needs a word?”

She looked up from her knitting and toward the door, “who is it?”

I looked at the man, “my name is Angeal Hewley, I am here with my partner Zack Fair, and we are with the Shinra Company.”

I blinked and looked back at my mother who was walking swiftly toward the door, “Leto, go to your room.”

I glared at her, “but mom-“

“Leto don’t you argue with me!” she said harshly.

I stood with my arms crossed over my chest, “fine then. I won’t.”

“Leto!”

    The one named Zack cleared his throat, “uh, I was wondering if someone could show me around town… is it all right if I take your daughter ma’am?”