Twice Upon The Myths

Chapter 2-Reborn on wings

When Oracle awoke, she was entrapped inside a crystal. A pale pink crystal with white flowers decorating the exterior. The vines of the flowers flowed from top to bottom, the flowers on each part of the vine.

It was beautiful, yet haunting.

The flowers were dripping some sort of red nectar which looked suspiciously like blood,

The vines were the exact colour of human veins, pulsing each second.

The crystal had blood splattered on the interior, intriguing yet dark symbols that tell the tale of those before.

Then there was her room. Her room was made with sticks, not any ordinary sticks though, it was bones.

Oracle was about to puke when she saw the bones, but then she realised how each bone was carved, carefully, to represent something she longed for, wished for, and sometimes, already had.

But that was not all.

There was a monstrous looking girl at the side of the room, her hair was messy, her eyes crazy and her smile maniac.

She was a horror.

But the girl had tried to talk to her. And explain what happened to her.

She was a Fae, one of the many. Any ordinary one. But she was captured.

And broken.

Day after day, they would come to her cage,

Breaking her wings,

Pulling her hair,

And sowing her mouth so her smile was plastered over her face forever.

But she had no choice,

She had to endure it.

And it continued.

Then when she finally shed her broken tattered wings they started breaking her mind.

And she stayed that way.

Until the girl saw Oracle.

"It's like a beau'iful thin', ya mind connect'ng with mine. Touchin' it like non' had don'."

She had said.

Oracle felt pity for her.

"But surely they can't keep doing this right? This world or wherever this is must have rules!"

"Rules? Na' lady, t'is worl' controlled by her. The lady. No rules for her."

Oraclr realised how each second she spent with the girl, it was healing her. First her smile was less gentle, her speech had gone from not pronouncing any word properly to being perfect.

And her eyes had brightened.

She had healed her, somehow.

So they talked, as each second more and more of that little wing seemed to emerge, until it was fully grown.

The girl had not realised anything at all.

Then Oracle pointed at her back, and she turned. She gasped, not expecting her wings to grow back. She looked at Oracle with surprised eyes, "You did this?" Oracle just smiled, not sure what to say. The girl squealed in delight, thanking Oracle and flying with her newly grown wings bumping into items, then getting the hang of flying again.

Then she flew away, but before, she said,

"Oracle?"

"Yea?"

"Goodbye. And also, one more thing. My name is Pearl."

And then she was gone.

And Oracle didn't mind.

Then they came.