Four Years Later... On a planet far away from earth... In a solar system of six planets instead of eight... A planet layered in clouds named Virwoe Foe Gu spins... Two birds escape from their cage in Sole Flock City.
Giant white doors to an enormous castle slammed open, startling the Eagle Guards keeping watch. Two figures ran past them, the leading person clamping their big hand over the other's fragile wrist, they disappeared into the city's crowded streets. The sound of furious high heels coming from within the darkness of the castle came heading after them.
"GET THEM!" A tall, mysterious, yet deadly woman in a grey cloak commanded. A crown of clock hands held down the dark veil covering most of her face. But even with the veil hiding most of her features, it did not hide the anger she had flaming inside her as her mouth threw burning daggers at her Guards. They nodded without a word. Their big brown wings spreading into the air and pushing themselves up high with great power. The woman shouted another demand. "DON'T LET THEM GET AWAY! BRING THEM BACK TO ME ALIVE!" She hissed. The Guards nodded once more.
"Yes, your Majesty!" They said in unison before they swam into the blue sky like obedient sharks in water. Splitting up to get more Guards on the lookout. The Queen watched them disappear into the bright blue skies and growled at how bright it was. The cloud layers were put away for the day. Luckily for her, it was for only that one single day of the year. "That little traitor will pay. Both of them." She sneered to herself as she backed up into the darkness of her archaic castle. Dark thoughts filled her already darkened mind as she approached her throne. Bird cages were strung up all around the one massive empty one in the center. Each cage held a single bird that could sing a unique note compared all the others.
The very thing that made them special was the same thing that made them least special. To Flyers, birds were known as symbols of specific flights. The Queen's for example, is that of a Swan. The very first and last of her kind. At the moment, it was not so quiet with them. It was nothing but symbols making symbols. The yellow symbols sang the high pitches. The ones in shades of dark blue sang low. She had almost all the colors of the rainbow except for one. The Queen listened to their pulchritudinous melody. Their dulcet tweets thawing the sneer in her lips. A bridge laid before the very end of her cloak. It connected from the main floor's edge that was made of ancient dragon tombstones, to the giant cage that hung from a thick metal chain connected to a ceiling nobody was able to see. The biggest birdcage in the room was her loyal seat. The wood creaked under her weight like it would break at any moment. Without a care, she crossed it. For she knew it would not.
Within the large cage was a swing she sat upon. Cushioned by a pillow made of black silk. When she sat of its plushy surface, The Queen slowly rocked herself back and forth. A soft hum traveling through her long neck as the swing creaked along with her lightly. With hesitating feet, The Queen's Crown Polisher came into her thrown. He stopped at the black line that kept him and other Flyers ten feet away from The Queen's bridge. No matter how High or low they were, they must stop right there no matter the cause. The Polisher stared down at his shoes while also trying to ignore the gravestones he was standing on. To not read the names of the souls who were supposedly burning underneath them. Luckily for him, he was illiterate, so it was not so hard.
"Uh..." He muttered quietly. The Queen continued as if he was not there. The creaking of her swing catching his attention after a few seconds of trying to find his voice. "Your majesty, is it wise to be swinging in such a fragile cage?" The small man asked as its creaks echoed around him. The Queen stopped humming along with the creaks. The Polisher gulped as she looked down at him. She spoke in a deadly soft manner. It almost sounded sweet. "Little man, is it wise to be questioning my actions? You do remember what happened to the last low flyer that questioned me, do you not? Or would you like to join him and all the other low flyers that dared to question me too?" She asked. The man was shaking in his scales.
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The Wings of All Things
AventuraVirwoe Foe Gu. A planet made of clouds inhabited by a species of Flyers. Every Flyer has a job they are hatched for. It all just depends on their flight. Their flight being placed on a chart known as The Flyer Chart. A tool that holds all their symb...
