Wings of the Bird

A 14 year old boy sat alone in the middle of a field. The full moon flickered in the night sky, lighting up the local field that he sat in. The young boy sat on the ground, staring up at the starry sky. A book called Jane Eyre open and on his lap. His eyes glazed over, like reminiscing about a past event.

Behind him, a soft voice called out his name. "Chester!" It echoed through the field, like it would a cave. Even though it was distant, the voice managed to snap him from his thoughts.

Chester - as the voice had called him - looked up, his emerald eyes boring into amber coloured ones. "Ah, hello Eleanor," Chester responded, even softer then Eleanor. "What brings you here?"

"I come in search of answers"

"Well then, tell me what you need."

She looked up at him grateful and told Chester her question. "Is there such a thing as people with bird wings?"

Chester froze, heart racing, unsure of whether he should tell her what he knew. Calming his fast beating heart, Chester thought of what excuse he could use. Finally after a minute of silence, he thought of a good answer.

There is said to be a theory of them. Humans who have the wings of avians." Chester started, "But it is a long story."

"I'll be patient!" Eleanor stated sitting down, unable to hide the eagerness clear in her tone of voice.

"All right." Chester began. "It all started millennia ago, when many races lived together in harmony. A little girl was out under the shade of a sycamore tree, writing something only she would know. She had long wavy auburn hair and vivid icy-blue eyes with a tinge of shamrock green. She looked to be around the age 15..."

* * * * *

The young girl who was writing, looked up as she heard a boys voice. He had short messy black hair, shining emerald eyes and a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Hey!" The boy shouted happily. "How are you?" The question was answered with silence as the girl gave a thumbs up in reply. The girl was selectively mute.

"Oh good," He continued, not showing any concern that the girl wasn't responding. "I just came to ask if you could write me a short story. Is that okay?"

She gave another thumbs up in response. The girl was writing with a feather quill that looked like the ones that made up the white wings on her back.

She was an angel, one of the few species out there.

Once the girl finished writing, she handed it to the boy. He skimmed through the pages, reading it quickly. When he finished he looked towards her. "Can I take the pages of the story with me please?"

She nodded but pointed to her quil, as if saying she needs another quill and some more ink as payment.

"All right." He responded. Beautiful green and blue wings with white spots grew from his arms. He plucked a feather from one and got a bottle of ink from his backpack, giving it to the girl.

Taking out the pages, he gave his thanks. "Thanks Willow."

For once the the girl spoke. "You're welcome Chester."

He gave her a huge smile and flew back home, leaving the girl in the peace and quiet that she loved the most.

* * * * *

"Wait." Eleanor said one Chester finished his story. "Was that boy you?"

He smiled, "Why yes indeed I am." was his reply. Chester grew his wings and flew off into the distance, leaving the girl in awe.