The Moors are dead...the humans perfected climate control, leaving me all alone with death.
"Don't let them convince you that we are different."
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I stared at his scars...which covered his body, making me wond...
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The moonlight covers my face, as I drift off to sleep. Still hearing the celebration from the castle, this time it's turning rowdy. Sexual. A whooshing sound is faintly heard...maybe a musical instrument. From the placement of the moon, the time was midnight. I stare daggers at the moon. My stomach begins to growl. I need more food. I feel weakness sneaking back on. My body setting down. My eye blurring and crossing. I lean my head into the grass I lay upon. Digging my mouth onto the ground, and crunching on the cold strings that latched onto the earth for dear life. Trying to preserve itself.
I chew on grass and dirt, chowing down mouth full. Feeling tears trail my face, suppressing my cries and overwhelming degradation that I felt. I counted the mouth fulls I swallowed. One. My teeth chopping and my mouth gulping. Two. Three. I roll over onto my side, curling up. Still feeling the emptiness in my stomach that wasn't hunger. Sleep. Just sleep. Forget this.
A sound from above makes my eyes widen. Weakly, I shield my eyes with my hand, barely having the muscle to do so, but forcing myself. That is just a human musical instrument...becoming more prominent. My mind half believes my words. My ears spike up, prickling and forming goosebumps. No. My mind says. That is the sound of wings as hard as a hurricane. The trees around me shake with more life, than I saw in two weeks. My eyes blur. Am I dying...am I hallucinating? Flapping. Flapping. Flapping. My nose picks out the smell of feathers...living and radiating on heated skin. No...this is real. I forced myself to sit up halfway. Above me, the moonlight takes the shape of...of. I squint, not believing my eyes. So fast the shadow was gone....the shadow of me??
My wings make waves, feeling more of a surge than I felt. "Yes, my dears, become strong!" I say in a semi high voice. My wings go on hitting the ground and my sleeping tree. Creating air vortexes. Booming. Booming. But the ones that past me above...joins in. I glance up, spotting a winged figure with blonde hair between its horns, floating above me. It begins to lower. I fight against my fading consciousness. NOOOO!!! I yell internally at my sinking fire...my eyes glinting green.
The figures lands before me and takes a long look at me, examining. I manage to stand, hiding the fact that my arm is using the tree behind me for support. The face before is raggedy...wounded with long and deep scars. The eyes which stare at me are, pale...maybe blue or light green. My arm that supports me up, shakes but my voice comes out steady.
"Who are you?"
"I think I should be the one asking questions." A deep, low voice responds to me.
I stare at him, glaring. "ANSWER ME!!" No, that was too much energy used, OH NO! I feel faintness take over me, my arms give out...then my legs. Like a rag doll. In a flash, the mans hurries over to me, catching me in his tone arms.
"Easy now." I stare up at him, my glare still remaining my only competition towards him. He chuckles at my stubbornness. "Rest." My green eyes fall to his lips as he says this, blurring, and then blacking out.
