Perfect Mistake

"Don't fight it. Just let it happen or you'll die in the process!" Robin told me.
"I'm NOT fighting it!" I spit out through gritted teeth.
Two bones poked out of my back. Of course with my luck I would be the last of the group to get my wings. The scientists made a plan for us all. Too bad they all died from a monster they created. Tears streamed down my face as blood streamed down my back. Falling forward, Robin catches me.
"Raven!" He yells.
Finally my wings form. A beautiful white with blue tips to represent my element.
The blood finally stopped and I pass out from the loss. The last thing I remember is Robin touching my feathers and whispering,
"Beautiful."

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