Journey For Wings

Chapter 1

Long Canyons, Crumbling Bridges, and New Companions

(A/N this is the song that inspired this book and her wings)
The deep canyon echos with every step. Every breath. I walk along the narrow rock trail, just a dog, a horse, and myself. The dead trees remind me of my need to exit the canyon. My need to return my items to the rightful. I follow the trail to the left and continue on. My horse still steady in her steps, never faltering, never failing me. She pushes on. My furry companion. One I neither need nor deserve.

I look into the distance and see the shape of a horse. Atop the animal is a lump that could not be anything other than a human. Not knowing whether it is male or female, alive or dead, friendly or deadly, I keep at my same pace and will eventually catch up. The choice is between the life of This stranger or my mount. Right now I must choose the selfish route. Before it would always be them before me but after my last few days I must get back to the families of the slaughtered. They must receive these items. They must have closure. I soon realize this person is a lot farther than I originally thought. I do not push faster though. It will still be there whenever by the looks of it. The ride is slow but my horse is steady, quick, and light in her walk. She steps surely and knows her path. As we near this stranger I think back on my week. The massacre. The loss of my wings. And my new found journey and mission. I see the person breathing so I just grab the lead attached to the horse and begin leading the string horse with the unconscious man on it.

I continue on till I catch sight of an abandoned bridge. It is made of cracking asphalt and seems as if to break and crumble any moment. I walk on despite all, due to one fact. He will not endanger the life of the innocent. The horse did not choose her journey she was picked. Likewise the dog did not choose he was trained. I do not know of this other man but his horse in surely innocent. I trust in Him that we will cross safety. If He has planned I go on foot he would not injure or kill the innocent horse he would have her run away. And my companion is ok with Him but I do not know for how long knowing my previous actions. It is my fault. The guilt is all mine. If I had been a better guardian they wouldn't have been slaughtered. This is the reason I have lost my wings. And the reason I am on this mission. To return these items to the families of those who died and receive my wings back, not that I deserve them.