Wings {completed}

{6} The missing prince

Clouds appeared in the distance. Clouds in the shape of buildings. Rainbow waterfalls here and there. The moon shone above, making the scene look so much better. "There it is!" Edd chirped. Tom looked away from the ground and ahead of him. Soon the color drained from Toms' face. He remembered this place. All too well. Tord sparkled with excitement in his grey, red tinted eyes.

The four landed softly on the fluffy cloud surface. The place looked great! People everywhere with light and dark, different colored wings. There was still electricity running through the town. It was like the surface, but with fluffy clouds. Tords excitement only grew. Tom folded his wings to make them look smaller and less noticeable.

Edd led the three other males to a hotel looking place. Edd had already planned this trip out in less than a day. The three males waited for Edd to finish talking to the lady at the front desk. Tom was terrified. His wings odd colors haven't been noticed yet or their size. Edd walked back over to his three friends, two rings of keys in hand. "So, we got two small rooms. I'll be staying with Matt since you two need to start getting along. Don't say you were before we got here. I know but I want it to last all holiday." Edd passed the key over to Tord. Tom didn't seem to be paying much attention.

Tom flopped onto the fluffy couch, that wasn't made of clouds. Tord explored the hotel room, excitement fueling him. After exploring, he found Tom asleep on the couch. He also only found one bed. So the two had to sleep together or one on the couch.

Tord decided to take the bed for himself, but be nice enough to give Tom a blanket. Tord laid out a baby blue blanket he found, on Tom. Tom immediately curled up into the blanket for warmth. "Cute..." Tord mumbled. Shaking off the thought, Tord headed to the only bedroom. He swore he heard a few whimpers, but shrugged it off. He curled up into the warmth of the blanket on the bed, drifting to the darkness of sleep.

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Tom jolted up in a sweat. He gasped for air. Tom had awoken from a nightmare. "Stupid holiday... why did I agree...?" Tom asked himself quietly. No idea what the time is, Tom looked through his blue and white suitcase. He pulled out black skinny jeans and his usual blue hoodie.

After Tom showered, he placed his dirty clothes in a basket in the bathroom. Tom brushed his damp hair a bit before walking out. His wings were hidden within his hoodie. Tord walked out the only bedroom, messy hair and yawning. Tord did a little wave, walking into the kitchen. "Morning, how did you sleep?" Tord asked tiredly while making a warm cup of coffee.

Tom sat at the little, round dining table. He looked over at Tord, who was still in the kitchen. "Uhh... okay... I guess..." Tom shrugged. "How about you?" Tom asked, looking down at the table.

Tord sat beside Tom, handing him a cup while sipping his own. "Eh, couldnt sleep. Too excited to see this place." Tord took another sip. "I've heard a lot about this place. Have you heard the story of the 'missing prince'? I love that story!" Tord chirped, taking another sip.

"Could you tell me the story..?" Tom asked, interested. Tom leaned his arm on the table, holding up his face with his hand.

"Well...."

STORY TIME

In the cloud city, winged people lived normal lives. Laws, rules and punishments were controlled by the 'king'. The 'king' blood line is rare. Their wings are bigger then other winged people. They have odd colours. Normal winged people would have either light colours or dark colours. Not both. But the rare blood line had both light and dark colours.

The king had a wife, the queen. Their child was the cutest thing you would ever see. As the child grew up, his parents would ignore him and focus on their jobs for the cloud city. Tom learnt how to read, speak, walk and cook simple things by himself by the age of seven. Maids around the huge house would sometimes help him out, though he never needed it. Unless something was high up.

By the age of eleven, the prince absolutely hated his kingdom. He would never like being called the prince. He would never like walking around the town, to only be crowded by many others. One day the prince came across a music room. He had found a bass and started to learn how to play by himself.

By the time he was fifteen, the prince would stay in his room to ignore everything about royal duties, the law and how he would become in charge of the city soon. He still hated this place with all of his heart. He wanted to leave. He wanted freedom. He wanted his own life.

One night, the prince packed some 'important' belongings of his into a small bag. He wore black jeans and was shirtless, his wings were folded behind his back. The prince had decided to flee the city. He left a note saying his goodbyes. He hated this place too much to stay any longer. He had learnt the guards rotations, so he knew how to get out of there.

Once into the sky, he flew so fast. Like he had awaited for this his whole life. But he forgot about some guards who fly around. And those guards caught a glimpse of him. They knew who it was and flew after the prince. It was that, the prince was too far and almost out of sight.

No one can remember where he went. No one can remember what colour his wings were. No one remembered anything about him apart from his father. His mother had passed away from an illness. The father only wanted to find his son. He regretted not spending time with him, like a normal father should. The kings guards looked everywhere. But to no luck, they couldn't find him. The guards still look to this day. The king will search and search til his son has returned.

END OF STORY.

"....The king will search and search til his son has returns. The end." Tord placed his cup into the sink. Tom had tears in his eyes. Tord noticed this. "What's wrong Tom?" Tord asked, concern in his tone.

"I'm so sorry..." Tom whispered to himself. Tears started to slide down his cheeks. More and more. Tord walked over and hugged his frenemy.

"Sssshhhh.... it's okay.... what's wrong?" Tord said calmly. Relaxing Tom a bit.

"I'm sorry...." is all Tom repeated. Again and again. Until. "Tord, can we visit the king?" Tom asked, wiping his tears.

Tord nodded. "Of course, but why this all of a sudden?" Tord asked, wanting an answer.

"I don't wanna say." Tom stated, walking over to the couch and pulling on his checkered converse. "Let's go."