Head Above The Water|Arthur Curry

0.7 Weeping Willow

Tempest POV

" You are from here on out, banished from the Skylands for treason and betrayal against the crown." 

"No! Papa no! I did no such thing, Crona is lying. I didn't have any contact with land dwellers the Croves!"  I yelled as they began to trample me. I cried, my tears coming down my face. My brothers stood in front of me, my mother stationed on her throne. No emotion.

"Father! You can't she is the next heir!" They shouted. My father in anger raised his hand, sending my brothers flying. 

"No such darkling will ever become the heir to Eveangar, she has been tainted with the curiosity of Croveoko. She is no heir!" He said. I sobbed as they stretched my wings.

"Please! Punish me to death!" I plead. My fathers eyes flickered, a hint of sadness. My sister sending next to my mother emotionless as well. 

"Dione, you have betrayed your people. Death would be too kind for your sin. I banish you from Eveangar, and your wings to be clipped." Everyone gasped, for the most painful thing that can happen to guardians is wings to be clipped, it would be an equivalent of a human being stripped  of their soul. 

I stood motionless, as the guards lifted my wings and placing them of the feather board. I looked at my brothers, as they fought to get me. The council watched, fear for the young Dione that they loved was being stripped of her wings. I watched as they rose their axes, then blurting pain. The last thing I felt was as they through my body from the clouds, my tears were rushed as the fluttering go my dress through the wind. I closed my eyes as my body approached a large body of water. 

Splash!

I jolted awake, sweat dripping from my forehead. They others looked at me concerned. I gave them a weak smile.

"Are we almost there yet?" I croaked. Bruce looked me warily. He's eyes diverting back to the map. I avoided his eyes by looking out the window of the plane.

"No, we still have a couple more hours until we get there. Four to be exact, you can go back to sleep. We'll walk you up when we get above the city..." He spoke softly. I nodded, snuggling further into the seat.

I wasn't going to go back to sleep anytime soon, so I grabbed my sketch book and began drawing. At first it was just lines and curves, until it started to become a distant memory. My eyes focused on the feathers as I drew every line with care. Almost as if I pressed too hard, it'd bleed and scar.

"Wow, you're a very talented artist. I must say, it's a bit strange. Even of you, Essie." My eyes flicked to Diana who was looking over my shoulder. I smiled back at the painting.

"Yeah, I guess it is..." I murmured. I was snapped from my trace when the pilot spoke through the intercom to place out seatbelt we were to land in a bit. I fastened my seat belt and braced for landing. Once on the ground we all began piling out of the car. We were all exhausted and needed some shut eye, in a real bed.

"I bought a house here, we can head over there and rest. We'll head to the problem spot in the morning." Bruce said. I sighed in relief.

"We have our own rooms right?" I asked. He nodded and continued to talk to the drivers. I fist pumped and climbed into the black limo.

After a 30 minute drive, we had arrived to her destination, a big ass house. I looked at Barry in excitement. We rushed out of the limo and ran through the double doors.

"I call the Master bedroom!!!" I yelled. I heard groans as I laughed and ran to another set of double doors. There the master bedroom stood in all it's glory. the bed was ginormous, bigger than California King. I looked at the room in awe, everything was styled in gold and red, it looked like a palace. I flinged myself into the mattress, my body sinking into the bed.