The Girl with Wings

Chapter Three

-Girl-

I had a happy childhood. My family and I were never apart, always having fun and laughing together. There was rarely a moment I was sad.

I was young, only ten. But due to my childhood, I had physically aged quickly and appeared older than I truly was.

When my village burned down, the survivors gathered together and tried to reform our destroyed society. Many of the elders who had guided us were no longer alive so it was up to the inexperienced to govern. This system worked for a little, but as is to be expected it quickly dissolved into chaos.

I thought it unfair. I thought I knew everything. I thought I could make good decisions too.

A rebellion quickly arose in protest to the young in charge. The unstable arose with the fury that had not yet been aged out of them, angry at the idea that a young person could now make decisions.

I was among them.

The rebellion was short. There wasn't much damage we could do to get out point across anyway.

We ended the reign of the unstable.

We killed.

We were angry and grieving and we killed.

At the time I justified it. I thought it was right that those who class power be brought down when undeserving. I thought it right that I be a decision maker on the ways of the world. I thought that I was doing the right thing. I now realize how wrong I was.

I was young and scared and I have no excuse.

I left after, when I realized what I had done.

I was horrified.

I saw some of the others after I had run. We all lived in the same forest. I always hid. I didn't want them to see me.

I haven't seen them in a long while. I think they are dead.

I don't know if I should be sad.

Since I left I haven't aged much. I don't know how old I truely am, but I still appear relitively young. I think I am physically somewhere around twenty, but I can't be sure. It has been a long while since I have remembered what a twenty year old is supposed to look like.

I think time has forgotten me.

Time is like water. It flows around us, moving us, ebbing and flowing in lives. Creating things. Destroying things.

I stand outside the flow, watching as others are swept up into it. Carried along until they eventually give in to the current. They stop struggling and let it overtake them.

Sometimes I would give anything to simply give up and let the current swallow me gently. Yet I remain, forever watching as others move through life.

I see them age, many people have been coming to my forest since they were young. I have watched them grow up and begin to take their children here, then their children's children until one day they leave here for the last time and I never see them again.

I want to feel time again. I want to be swept up in the current and carried away in blissful wonder at what the future may hold. Unknowingly bobbing through the waves with the decisions of fate and taking for granted every new day I am presented with.

In short--- life has lost its interest in me, and I in it.