Meeting (Chapter 1)

Delivery

Moon

  I feel something on my ankle.

  I feel weightless.

  I feel prickling in my arms.

  Then something feels...  Different.
 
  I start feeling weight on my body. I feel something cold beneath me.

  I hear what sounds like glass breaking and armored footsteps.

  I feel hands underneath my arms and around my ankles, lifting and pulling me somewhere.

  I get put down, my arms being put around someone's neck.

  I hear muffled talking, and my legs are being dragged behind me as I move.

  It felt as if I was being dragged for hours.

  I couldn't fight. Couldn't move.  I felt weighed down, exhausted.

  My baby kicked. They were awake.

  We were both still alive.

  I feel a burst of wind come my way.

  My lungs take the oxygen in greedily. I was inside for too long.

  I hear one voice, then a different one.  It just keeps going. I count at least 50 different voices.

  My left arm drops. 

  I hear swooping, and the constant beat of feathers pounding the wind.

  Little by little the sound quiets.

  I feel arms behind my knees, lifting me off the ground.

  It's Anti.

  He was too small to carry me like this.

  I grip his shirt, finding only him familiar.

  He jumps, and we glide to the ground.

  I feel bobbing. Like flying.

  But that can't be possible. He still had his Gliders...

  Right?

  We land softly.

  He really has done well with his Gliders if he can maneuver that well.

  I cling to him tighter. I don't want my little boy to grow up yet.

  He had gotten taller...  Stronger...

  He didn't grow up yet, did he?

  "Anti..." I whisper, my vocal cords strained from screaming.

  I don't think he heard me.

  I feel a second kick.

  They were hungry. Or I was about to give birth.

  I heard a familiar sound.