Feathers That Won't Fly

Chapter VIII And Then There Were Three

A finger flipped pages, while eyes soaked up scribbles on those pages. It is amazing how lines can create a visual image, grab and pull on the strings of emotion, and communicate to beings. These lines devour us and digest us, spitting out the parts of us that are not needed for nutrients. Scribbles can make us holy and righteous, or satanic and unjust. It all depends on what shape the scribbles take on, what order they appear in, and how many spaces are where. Those are words. That's what words are. They are things that digest us and makes us whole or full of holes.

The pages that were currently being turned belonged to a thick black book. Yes, another copy of the black book. Now, you may take into account that both Azlyn and Oliver have in their possession, a black book. You might ask what Azlyn was doing with said black book, and I have an answer. Was she researching? Was she stocking up on information? Was she finding ways to end hell? These are all stupid questions, because the answer to all of these questions is: no. However, if you happened to ask: Was she re-reading the legend of the angel? then you are correct. Congratulations, I will not ridicule you.

A pair of wandering, curious eyes peered at a page it should not have dared to fall upon. Arms brushed passed each other, and eyes looked up. Awkward conversation was bound to erupt on the city of Pompeii, with screaming people, running around as if they had any chance of escape. It's just too bad the rest of the world was deaf to them. There is only one difference between this situation and the Mt. Vesuvius eruption: the latter was quite beautiful.

"I'M SORRY!" Lisa cried. Azlyn and Lisa were alone; the boys took Lilly to fool around outside, as they did not enjoy books. "I-I was just curious!"

"It's okay miss," Azlyn replied. It really wasn't, and she had a Mt. Vesuvius of her own exploding the city of her brain into ash and rubble. She was slightly pissed.

"That girl; the princess, her name is the same as yours!" Lisa pointed out.

By this point, I would like to point out to you that Lisa is a very observant character. She is so observant, that you may dare to call her "nosey" if you think it suits her best.

"Yes miss," Azlyn said.

"Azlyn, before we came in here, Tom told me to 'be careful.' He said something about you healing your ankle. Is that true?" Lisa asked.

"Yes miss" was all Azlyn dared to say. She didn't want to lie to the sweet and innocent Lisa, yet she didn't want to tell her the whole truth.

She didn't have to. There are certain things that humans just pick up in certain situations. You may argue that revealing so many secrets so early on in the book is not a great idea, but I argue that I am merely telling the story. So I advise you to sit back and shut up...no offense.

"Azlyn, I saw the feather. I was behind you when you looked back," Lisa confessed. I told you she was nosey.

For the first time, Azlyn was below respectful towards Lisa. She turned her head, so that Lisa could only see the golden brown hair. She didn't utter a single word.

"Hey kid, what's the big deal with being a feathered angel? It sounds pretty cool to me," Lisa said. Not only was she nosey, but she didn't know when to keep her mouth shut.

I must point out to you how important it is to finish your work, no matter how good or bad it is. This may save you from countless embarrassments, and possibly save your entire social life altogether. So, you're welcome.

"Did you read the whole story?" Azlyn asked.

"No, but so far it seems awesome," Lisa replied.

You may insert a flat face here.