Winged

"What are you?" he growled, hostility pulsing in his dark eyes.
"I'm Changed," the words whispered past her lips, a crack of thunder punctuating her dreadful admittance.
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The Changed were unique.
Some could draw with fire, etching burning poetry onto the very fabric of the air.
But she wanted wings.
She had always wanted to fly, to rise above and escape the stones carelessly pitched by so-called friends on the harsh earth they called home.
Maybe with the Change of Heart ceremony, she would become what she could never dare to be.
Maybe her life wasn't over yet.
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[This will be a short story ]