I worry for him. If he does survive the changes, it will change his mind forever. The worst part of it is I do not know if he will come out as a Cantropis, a Tropiser, or a hunter .Cantropis with the wings of an angel feathery and soft with hope and dreams, or a Tropiser the wings of a demon, scaly and hardened with hate and sickness. Maybe a hunter. A half breed. A monster. Made up of best and the worst of the two. One wing of my kind and one of the Tropiser. I pray that he is one of us. So that I may train him. Not Cain or Matthew.
A tugging starts and I race to find him. I know what will happen if I do not. One of the two has found him before the time of truth. The one will take him to his place, and then change him to fit him to his need, to be a spy, a shape shifter, a night mare. I must hurry. I send out the warning to my flock. All of them are already running to Michael. Then all the light fades away. I’m too late. I have failed him. I’m sorry Michael. It’s all my fault.
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Randoma girl a boy wings a curse and a gift to bring them together ok hi if your reading this and i haven't add new chapter reread the last one becuase i might have added more
