The Children of the Burning Ones

Fiery orange-red sparks floated through the calm autumn wind. Passing through the lush green fauna that flooded through what seemed to be the woods, past the spirals of dark golden brown hair that fell above her eyes partially covering her view of the majestic creature before her. Though, she was not sure if that was fitting to call 'it' and it.

Large wings made out of porcelain white feathers with gold specks tainted on them, the rim of each feather blazing orange-white flames that were attached to the toned back of a tall lean boy with ivory skin that matched his wings. His tousled pale blonde, almost silverish, hair gleamed under the faint sunlight that entered through the openings in the trees. The boy stood with his back facing Lina, feathers drifting through the air, though she gawked more at the sight of his toned back muscles than the full span of his wings.

As if she was drawn to him like an animal longing to bask under the warmth of sunlight. She stumbled towards him, accidentally stepping into a stash of dry twigs on the forest floor.

Sensing her presence, the boy spun around swiftly, his golden orbits meeting her brown ones. The stranger's silhouette hung over her crouching body on the ground, towering over her small frame.

"Evangeline?" her name escaped the lips of the stranger in front of her as if he knew her as if they had known each other their entire life as if he always called out to her that way. The look in his eyes was that of pure love and affection as the corners of his lips curled up in glee.

She could not help be feel the same.