Was all of this really happening to her? Lara squeezed her eyes shut even tighter.
She was no stranger to horrific nightmares but Lara couldn't recall her imagination being this real or feeliing this painful. Every muscle in her body seemed to ache.
Lara began to sit up and confront the man behind her when she was abruptly rolled onto her back as the motion of the creature unexpectedly swerved to the right, The force causing her body to slide towards one of the wings, one of her legs dangling off the edge of the feathered platform as she grabbed onto the nearest solid object she could find.
"Oh no you don't. Come back here." That deep voice belonged to the owner of the leg she was holding onto with dear life.
A hand reached down and literally dragged her back up and into a pair of reassuring arms. "Conny, no chasing other birds. Fly straight."
Tears suddenly started running down her face and she couldn't stop. With everything Lara had been through she just couldn't take anymore.
She held onto the body that had rescued her, so tight that she was sure she was cutting off his blood circulation. But he didn't complain.
She could feel his hand softly stroking her hair, comforting her with his quiet words which almost sounded like he was ... singing?
Whatever it was,it definitely had the desired effect. She could feel the tension easing out of her body and the tears had slowed from a full-on downpour to a miserable drizzle, with the occasional hiccup.
He was definitely singing. Lara didn't know the language, but he had a beautiful voice. As she listened, entranced by his soft tones, all signs of her tears were depleted, drowsiness settling in, the weight of her eyelids becoming too heavy.
Stifling a yawn, as her eyes closed, Lara snuggled into the warmth of her captive's body, it didn't matter that this was a complete stranger. Somehow she just knew she could trust him.
Without any further thought she was in a deep slumber, unaware of the curiosity in the silver flecked, blue eyes of the man holding the bewitching girl, trying to piece together what had just happened.
*****
He sighed, knowing his questions would have to wait.
She was exhausted.
He hadn't even got a good look at her face.
He frowned, his forehead wrinkling, baffled as to why this waif of a girl lying in his arms,could harbour such strong feelings of protectiveness within him.
Lucky Conny had seen her falling. There was no other way she would've survived. Just the thought made his stomach tighten.
He had been preoccupied with other matters, which he knew he had to face sooner than later. His hand kept stroking her silver blonde hair. Such an unusual colour. Without thinking he gently pulled her even closer as he softly spoke to his feathered companion.
"Conny, your timing was perfect. You really caught yourself a treasure. I wonder what she'll say when she meets you?"
A slight grunt, like a pig, sounded in reply,
"Of course she'll love you. Who couldn't love a 40-foot Condor?"
Conny's head bowed gracefully.
"Take us home dear friend."
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Wings of Grace
Fantasi'A life for a life'- Who said finding true love was going to be easy for nineteen-year old, Lara Wakesfield? All it took was being pushed off a cliff, transported to another world, kidnapped and engaged in a life threatening sword-fight. But that w...
