The Hawking

Chapter 1: Lucas Starlow

Oh. Hello. My name is Lucas Starlow. I am 17, and my birthday falls around August. There isn't much you need to know about me. All that I know is my age and my species. I am a House Sparrow. And that is all I know.

I stepped lightly as I went down the hall. I opened the door with the pink scratchy paint. Star and Avery we're both asleep on their beds. I smile as I silently shut their door and slide over to the next door, the one covered in painted white trees. I turned the doorknob and poke my head inside. Hedwig was curled up under the covers, hugging a stuffed owl.

I closed the door. I went to the door next to mine. The door was a pretty baby blue color, and was covered in tiny silhouettes of birds. I knocked lightly on the door. "Come on in." a soft voice said. I slowly creak the door open as I caught a glimpse of what wonders the room held.

The walls were painted sky blue, with more tiny, black, bird silhouettes. Fluffy white clouds were painted around the corners of the room. There was a queen sized bed near the window, covered with royal purple sheets. Dressers, closets, and other female neccessities filled the empty void. Olivia slipped into a white tank top as she threw her gray dress on the warm beige carpet floor.

"Oh, hey, Luke." Olivia says, looking in my direction. I grin and wave, taking a step into the room only to run into the wall as I tried to walk in. Olivia gasped and ran to me as I held my nose. "Are you alright?!" she asked me. I wince as I reply, "Yeah, I'm used to it by now." She took my hand and led me to the bed. She helped me sit down, then walked into her tiny bathroom.

"So what's up?" Liv asked me. I raise an eyebrow as I look at her bathroom door. "What do you mean?" I say. "You never give me a nightly visit, so I thought you had something on your mind. My mistake."

There was silence for a while. When she opened the bathroom door, I balled up my fists and blurt it out.

"There's a problem."

Olivia turned to me. I look down at my fists and say nothing. She comes to sit by me and takes my hands. "What's the matter, Lucas?" she asked. I take a deep breath and look at her.

"Last night, I had this terrible dream. I was in a dark place, and I couldn't see anything. Then, a spotlight appeared, and...it was you...You didn't speak, but I knew it was you by the look of your wings. The beautiful, completely rare fog gray color with orange undertones...

"We started walking towards each other, but suddenly, you stopped. I asked you if you were alright, and you...Your eyes...they turned black...And your teeth were sharp...Your grin was wide...You kept saying, 'Give her to us,' and you attacked me when I tried to fly away. And then, as soon as you were about to kill me, I woke up, screaming your name..."

I looked back down as soon as my story was over. Olivia just sat there silently for a good minute. Finally, she took a breath and hugged me. "It was just a bad dream..." she said softly. "...it isn't like it was a sign or anything. Is that all you are worried about?"

"Actually...no."

"What's wrong?"

"Well, I'm kind of scared."

"Of what?"

"The Hawking Team."

"Are you talking about that stupid hawk jock team that works for the Lab?"

"That's right."

Olivia rolled her eyes. She put her hand on my leg and smiled sweetly at me. "Trust me, Lucas. The Hawking will never find us. You remember last time they tried to find us?" I grin as my memory of that day came to play. I started to laugh as I said, "Axel almost blew his left wing off." Olivia joins me as we cackle for a second. She sighs and takes her free hand up to my cheek. I face her and look into her ocean blue eyes.