Several weeks later...
"Hestia! I have decided something."
Hestia rolled her eyes at me from over a bowl of berries,"Please oh Great One, share your thoughts with us feble minded peasants." Sarcasm coated her voice.
"Fine, if you insist. I am going to make Fate let me leave the Desert."
"And how do you plan to do that?"
"Simple," I reply, one foot out the door,"I am going to make this place a living nightmare for everything else."
"Including me?"
"No."
"Oh, before you go!"
"What?"
"More of your people are coming soon."
"How soon. I haven't been here for a year yet have I?"
"No, time passes differently here." I nod before leaving.
"Fight me Fate."
I find several birds near my fortress, I scare them half to death before helping them get the other half way there. I also grievously wound several shadows, before the sun sets the ground is sprinkled with both blood and dust from those I have slain. The blood and dust swirls over the blade of my sword and partially cover my body.
Another gargoyle, this time knowing what to do I stab it in the eye before it ends up choking on the blood that fills its throat when I pull my sword from its gullet. A roar pierces the air and a shiver plays along my spine, fearing Karma had felt motivated today I quickly return to my fortress.
The sun rose to find me painting the ground and splashing the wind and trees in blood or dust. Within a month only arrogant living things would come within a mile of my fortress.
It only took me a month to become cruel.
I began to snap the wings of birds and watching them to hop about with fear in their hearts as they cried like the shattered things they had become. I would watch them, occasionally breaking their legs as well before sending them to Death's hands. I still hoped that his hands could heal them as the myths said he could. Shadows, them I made ribbons from that faded to dust moments layer, twirling to the ground like morbid snowflakes. The gargoyles, them I learned to shatter their armor and to snap the wings. Leaving them broken to have blood spill from their new found wounds, the terror of death etched in the monstrous faces.
As the monsters fell a new one grew, hidden beneath the surface of a teenaged girl with flowing honey brown hair and hazel eyes, her wings hiding her unfeeling heart. For she was me, and the Desert taught me to kill. The Desert could make or end me. Now I was the one unsatisfied. I want more power, and soon. I shall have it.
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Desert Wings
FantastikIn Kara's village at the age if fifteen your wings are freed from the chains that have bound them. Once you can fly you must cross the White Desert, a land covered almost entirely in ice and snow, and the inhabitants are not all friendly. Gods and g...
