La Mort De La Fleur

• III •

♤UINSEANN♤

A cold rush of wind enveloped my body whole.

I felt no fear of dying, even though I'm falling in a high place. The large glowing moon was encircled by ancient runes under the night sky. The stars twinkle while colorful dusts like an arm of a galaxy floats with them. An endless forest awaits my death, but the beauty of the sky swallows my worries whole. I gently closed my eyes and feel the cold breeze brushing my skin.

"Don't you dare close your eyes and accept that you're dying, motherf*cker, Open your wings!" I suddenly opened my eyes and was suprised to see well dressed humans in the middle of the forest.

Humans don't have wings, that's what I know.

Another facepalmed and sighed. "Just imagine that you're growing out wings, and then make them fly!" He shouted. "You're still miles away, so concentrate!"

Raising an eyebrow, I did what they said. I imagined wings coming out from my back. A phrase came into my mind.

"Flamme."

"Flamme." I whispered unconciously. Obsidian wings with streaks of white and gold came out of my back, ripping the cloth in the process. I opened my wings and aviate expeditiously to them.

I landed graciously on my feet. They stared at me in astonishment, their mouths hanging open.

My face flushed red, embarassed. "Sorry.." I mumble.

"No, dude," the guy on the left side said. His icy blue eyes and his rosy face looked at me with warmth as he combed his metallic gray hair upwards. "We're just suprised that you had controled your wings that easily. It should've be hard, too much mental work." He held his back, his face became sour.

A a woman in her 20's turned, her peppery eyes were like moving cloudbursts. Her wavy copper hair was tied, forming a fishtail. Her freckled face were harmonious. "We've never seen wings like this," she stared at my wings. "A black one......It should be ivory white.... like everyone else...." she muttered.

I like to be different in a good way, but I think this kind of "different" might put me in a dangerous situation.

"And oh," a girl on my age said. Her sharp lilac eyes were shooting daggers at me. Her fair skin and long platinum hair doesn't look nice with her posture. She like a gorilla standing on two feet. "you look like a demon!" She reviled.

I took a deep breath. The girl is stressing me out.

Maybe I'll take it as a compliment.

"Uhm, where are we?"

The boy chuckled. "Can we walk to the city first? We might catch dawn if we keep talking and explaining stuff to you."

I hesitated. What if they're a trap? What if they just want to kill someone and eat them for dinner?

They shouldn't saved you in the first place. They should've let you die then eat your lifeless body. That's easier than fighting you.

Oh. Yeah, right.

"Oh, by the way," the boy glanced at me. "I'm Marco Adaire ." He turned to the woman packing their tent. "That's Heathere Solara . And that girl over there," she pointed at the loud girl, screaming every 5 minutes. "Is Eizelle Orwell."

I looked at her. She walks like a dinasour or something.

Even her name doesn't match her personality.

"Uhm.... I'm Uinseann.....Vuoir."

"A weird name, huh?" Marco scratched his chin, his eyes staring to mine. They started walking and I followed them. "I've never seen your name in the battle hall."