The Red Nobody

~ Three ~

I awake with a jolt, sunlight hitting my eyes, temporarily blinding me. I squint my eyes to see my surroundings, and then remember what today is, punishment day. I yawn and stretch my arms up to the sky and push my legs out in front of me. I weakly sit myself up. Blinking a few times to get a hold of myself, I eventually manage to rub my eyes and snap out of this sleepy state.

I pull my hair back into a messy red bun behind my pale head. I pick up the brush from the floor on the right side of my bed and begin brushing out my feathers, making sure each one was in place and that they sit neatly on my muscular wings. I toss the brush back down onto the wooded floor and stand myself up. I pick up my dagger and place it into my shoe compartment.

My patrol shift will begin in an hour, so I begin the day by checking up on Graiy. I sneakily crawl to the door of her room and peer through, I open it with caution. She is heavily sleeping on her stomach, grey wings stretching high in the air. I feel like some sort of freaky assassin trying to be as quite a possible.

I stand up straight and puff out my chest. Taking a deep breath in, I mimick bird chirping, to gently wake her up. Since angels can communicate with birds, we can mimic their songs to use ourselves. I deep grunt comes from her mouth as she turns her squished up face to meet mine.

"Morning Graiy! Sleep well I presume?" I try to be nice and perky. A loud yawn fills the room. She sits up, rubbing her blue eyes, a few lashes fall onto the floor.

"So, have you been on your patrol shift yet?"

"No." I respond.

"I thought you were going to wake me when I was needed, so is it my turn yet?" I want to lie so badly, but I can't do that to her.

"No," I sigh, "I was just making sure your feeling alright"

"Much to my pleasure, i'm feeling fine thanks." Her words sink into my heart, it made me feel so much better knowing she was ok. I leave her to rest. I wander into the front room and pick up my brand new battle spear, 'like there's any other kind,' I think.

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I wait for the sundial to change to nine. I move into position and as does the dial. I make sure my wings are angled accordingly to the winds, sun and slight rain shower approaching the village, flapping my wings to get prepared, just gently, then with one strong push off the ground, I am up, for the next two hours.

I begin by flying on the east side of the village, flying slowly enough to waste time, but still stay in the air. Slow flaps of my wings only happen every so often, just to keep me going. I hold my spear in my hands, looking at what a powerful weapon this could be when used correctly. I think about learning the art of spears. We call the best spear wielders Vrepût, in native laungue, means killing thrust. It is the hardest weapon to learn to wield, which is why I would love to use it.

On Nijòry, it is considered the most powerful weapon, I cant really see why, but if I was given proper training, I could have a small chance of being accepted.

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The first half an hour is up, I move onto the borders of the island, beginning with the west valleys and mountains, then I will move to the north glacier, third will be the east beaches lastly the south forest. Every part of the island is familiar to me, each tree seems unique. I spot a white figure hopping through the trees, it is a lot larger than a animal, more like, an angel...

'I should check it out, just to be safe.'

Gliding down to safety, I hide myself in a canopy of trees. I pull my black hood over my head and raise my black cloth mask over my mouth and tiny nose. My hood blows gently in the breeze. I grip my spear tightly, seeing the razor sharp, curved silver tip, it was crafted beautifully. I hop onto a lower tree and take a better look at my 'prey'. I still can't make out what it is.

I get a low as I can get without getting my wings caught in branches or getting spotted. I finally make out the thing to be of my race, but now the only question was, who?

I wield my spear and softly approach them from behind. They halt in their tracks and stand up straight, they too have a hood on, more like a long navy robe, it makes their white wings appear more vibrant. I point my spear directly at Their throat.

"Who are you, in the name of the our Superior Freja, present yourself to me, Now!" My voice is shaky, scared, but I act strong. They begin to remove their navy robe, it falls to the ground, they turn to face me, a few scars run across their face, white hair falls just bellow their shoulders, in an uneven way. Their navy eyes stand out like a stick in the ground. All I can think is, wow.

They give me a menacing glance as they pick up the navy robe, I see that it is embroidered with golden rope, around every edge.

"Who.... are you?" I lunge forward and the spear meets their throat once again. A spear meets mine, stopping me from reaching their throat. They drop the spear down by their side and throw their robe back over their face, only allowing me to see their mouth and nostrils. They begin to walk away

"Speak or die!" I exclaim. Shocked, I step back, allowing them to speak. I would never kill someone, I can't. They stop again, turning to face me, pulling off the robe once again. They are dressed in a tight navy tunic, with long, cuffed, baggy sleeves, the golden rope around the neck. Jet black battle pants with plenty of ware to them, stop just above their black boots.

"You wish to know my identity, yet you have threatened to murder me." I stare in shock, my eyes as wide as they would possibly go. I blink a few times and apologise.

"I'm ever so sorry, please, let me introduce myself. I'm Robyn, of the Nijòry clan, my mother is village Superior, and you are?" I try again to receive answers from my mystery person. They hide away and sit themselves on a nearby rock.

"I'm sorry but if you don't tell me your name, I shall have no other option than to turn you into our village as a suspected fugitive. So please, do yourself a favour and talk, now."

"Why do you wish for such information, is it completely necessary for you to acquire this precious information?" I begin to boil up. They sure are annoying.

"Just tell me your name and I'll leave you alone. OKAY!" I pant after yelling, and trying to catch my breath, anger is rushing though me.

"You just wish for me to speak for your own purposes, not to be symbiotic with me or anyone else, hmm?"

"Well, umm, that's not... true. I mean, well I do, have... questions." I shrug my shoulders at them. They pull off the hood, leaving the robe to fall onto their shoulders. They roll their eyes back at me. I decide to friend them, they don't seem like any sort of threat.

"But may I ask one question, I see you carry that spear along side you, what kind of spear is that?" I try too loosen the tension by changing the topic of interest.

"This spear was crafted by a skilled blacksmith, it was forged with the power of ice, fire and electricity, it is extremely rare, the only one of its kind, very powerful too. Only those chosen by the weapon can wield it, or, it results in death." I try to process all that information. 'WAIT did they say ELECTRICITY?' I think in my mind.

"Umm, may I ask, can angels posses the power of electricity?" Could this be what my black markings mean?

"Only few angels get this kind of power, only the chosen by the Goddess race can receive this power."

"And one last question, what colour markings do they receive?"