She was ripped away from him
Drowned in the cold hands of death
But he would do anything
To have her back
**
Once upon a time a winged girl fell in love with a winged prince. She was kind and beautiful but also young and naive. She gave her hear...
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" I don't care how long I have to wait
I will always wait for you"
❉
A jolt made me jerk up in surprise. I glared at the winged man, mentally stabbing him with daggers for waking me so rudely.
He gave me a wry smile, "Sorry. But we're here." Here? Where's here?
I looked ahead and gaped at the scenery in front of us. The others around us seemed to be doing the same, letting out gasps of wonder. Miles of greenery stretched out across the land. Critters of different kinds fluttered in small groups on top of the trees, some even flying up to greet us. They were unlike anything from the human world, in fact, they seem like they're a blend of different animals mashed together.
A huge waterfall could be seen further to the left, it's plumes of smoke drifting up into the air as the water crashed into the pond below. However, the sight of the castle in the middle left us breathless in awe. It's high towers stood gleaming in the morning sun, windows shone with cleanliness. But the intriguing thing was that instead of it sitting on solid earth, it was floating on a piece of land.
"Woah, how is it floating?" I asked the guy who ignored my question. Alright, so he's a quiet one then.
We were carried through the large entrance and deposited onto the courtyard. A hand grasped my arm. "It's beautiful," Rory gaped at the huge expanse of lawn and fountains.
People clad in similar armors to the ones who were carrying us were stationed at the entrances, spears held in their hands. They're guards, then.
The guard who was carrying me cleared his throat, gathering our attention. "Please follow us to the throne room. His Majesty is waiting." He turned back around and walked towards a set of huge double doors. I grasped Rory's hand and followed behind the others. A part of me was cautious around these people. I mean they have wings, we have wings, there shouldn't be anything to be aware of right? However, years in the human world has taught me not to be so trustworthy towards the strangers.
Stepping into the throne room, a collection of gasps echoed around the huge room. Elaborate paintings hung from richly painted walls, white pillars stood in rows leading up to the raised platform ahead. The marbled floor seemed to sparkle off of the light reflected from the two huge chandeliers above.
We stopped in front of the man clad in rich red robes who sat on one of the thrones on the platform. On his silver grey hair sat a crown of gold, embedded with twinkling jewels. His huge white wings were held high; they were so white that it seemed to create a halo around him.
The guard who carried me cleared his throat pointedly, shooting us a look. Quickly, we bowed.
The King let out a chuckle, "Rise." We straightened ourselves and looked at him, taking in the small details of his character. "Welcome to the Western Kingdom. You all have been rescued from the hands of the wretched humans who had kept you enslaved. If you all have family, you are free to leave and go back to them. If not, you can live freely here in the kingdom."
