-needing to stretch my wings I take to the sky. The roar of the - TopicsExpress



          

-needing to stretch my wings I take to the sky. The roar of the wind in my ears and the freedome of flight envelop me. Moving through the clouds letting their moisture coat my body and feathers of my wings. I felt more at home in the sky than on the earth. Letting myself rise and fall in the sky I felt as if I was free and happy. Sweet is the sun that shines through the clouds. Falling to fly low close to the ground I spot humans in a clearing. Flying silently closer The freedom and happiness I feel leave me in a rush as I see three men attacking a young girl. They tear at her clothes and she screams. Diving down swiftly I land crouching over the fallen girl. My wings shift into their attack form and the soft feathers turned into sharp blades of crystal. The men fall back frightened by my sudden appearence.- How dare you attack this girl! -One of the men pulled out a gun and fired at me again and again. But I shielded myself and the girl that cowered beneath me with my wings. The others screamed in drunken outrage. They lunged to attack me and the girl again. I had no choice. My wings spread out so fast that thier bodies are skewered on the long tips of my feathered blades. My wings hoisted their bodies up to hang in the air as they died choking on thier own blood. It was a swift death for them. Forcing my wings to throw them off My wings are stained with blood as they turn back into the soft feathers. I look down at the cowering girl and I press my finger to the small indention my brother gabriel gave her before she was born. With my finger to her lips- You must not speak of me... Go home and live. And tonight you will forget about me and these men. Go now child of Adam. -the girl held her ripped clothes to her and ran off to scared to even speak. Standing slowly I look to my wings stained with blood. I then looked to the bodies that lay crumpled on the ground.- Heaven gift you with mercy if it is right...for I could not... -lifting my wings I launch into the air on bloodstained wings. I have learned more this day. A hard lesson. -
Posted on: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 03:31:45 +0000

Trending Topics



Recently Viewed Topics




© 2015