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Yes, I'm thinking about calling this one Wings, though I'm still up for suggestions.
Here's more folks! ~~~ "I'll go get your father while you two relax," she told us before walking out of the room. Larion led me to the couch, and we sat down, his arm around my waist. I leaned against him gently, happy to be with him.
A few minutes later, a tall man with long black hair entered. He, too, had wings, but they were different. They were like a butterfly's, black mainly. They had elegant designs all over in a deep red, purple, and blue. His eyes, which were the same shade of amethyst as mine, looked over me immediately. It was as though he was making sure that I wasn't my mother.
"You must be Nysa. You look so much like your mother. If it wasn't for the hair color, I would've thought you were her. You are always welcome here, child. We'll protect you from Arthians," he said as he moved closer to us. I stared up at him, not knowing what to say. It was the first time I've ever felt truly safe. "Have your wings grown yet? I'm anxious to see what they look like." His question shocked me. I never thought I'd have wings. Sure, I knew that I was a mixed breed, but I never even imagined having wings.
"Um...I don't know, sir," I replied, obviously still surprised.
"Stand up and turn around, Nysa. I'll be able to tell you if they have or not," he told me. I obeyed and stood up, turning so my back was to him. I was told to take my sweatshirt off, and I obeyed once more.
"Dad...are you sure about this?" Larion asked, looking at us curiously.
"Of course. It'd be better off now rather than later," he replied, seemingly massaging my back. Larion frowned, taking my hands gently. Seconds later, there was a sharp stab of pain in both of my shoulder blades, as though both just shattered. I fell forward, Larion holding me up. I didn't have a clue what happened, but apparently he cut into my back, since my shirt was shred to pieces. I was shuttering in Larion's arms as both he and his father stared at my back.
"That's something I've never seen before," his father said. I didn't even try to look. It just hurt too much.
Suddenly, a strong force separated all of us. I was forced into the center of the room, while Larion and his father were hurled against two separate walls. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I wanted to move, but I couldn't. All I could do was stand there.
"Ah, Armand. I see you have found my daughter. Thanks for making my target easier, especially now that her wings will be coming in. I can wipe your family out as well," the darkest voice I've ever heard spoke from nowhere. Seconds after the last word, I was forced into the air. Red eyes soon met mine, and I had to gasp, simply out of fear. This was the man that wanted to kill me. Who knows what he's capable of.
"Leave her alone! She never did anything to you!" Larion shouted, struggling to get free. The dark eyes turned to him, and I knew something bad would happen if I didn't do anything. I used my own strength to push against his force, soon followed by a strong push. Next thing I knew, we were both on the ground. I looked at the man who was called my father, taking in details. He had long, black hair, much like my own. His clothes were completely black, though his cape was a deep scarlet. He ripped his cape off, glaring at me darkly. That's when I saw them, his wings. They, too, were black, bat-like as well.
"So this is the child stolen from me. Pity that she won't live much longer. She could be quite the beauty in a few decades," he said with a smirk. Oh how I longed to smack it right off his face. He walked over to me, picking me up roughly. "I'll have the pleasure of killing you just like I killed your mother, Nysa." Just as he raised his sword to my neck, a flash of fire separated us, burning his arms and hands.
"I won't let you touch her, Arthians!" Larion's mother shouted, a crystal sword pointed at him. I pulled away from him easily as he stared at her.
"Ah, Starlet. I was wondering when you'd get here," he said, once again smirking.
"Well, I'm here now, so prepare yourself!"
"I'd like to, but I must be going," he said, making a grab for me again. Somehow, Armand pulled me away safely. As Arthians slowly disappeared, I was wrapped in a huge hug from Larion.
"Are you alright?" he asked, loosening his grip to look down at me. I slowly nodded in response, right before collapsing into his arms. It was painful to move. Every time I tried, it felt like my back ripped open. He laid me down on my stomach, Armand soon kneeling next to us.
"Armand, you brought on the growth of her wings?" Starlet asked in surprise.
"Yes, her true power will also show soon," he responded, pressing down on my back. It hurt horribly, even causing tears to well up in my eyes. I'm not one to cry in front of people. Never have been, and never will be. I believe it opens a door of weakness to others, a door I never want open.
"Her true power?" Larion asked, taking my hand gently.
"Yes. All fairies, angels, demons, and other beings have certain powers. Her strength is a combination of fairy and demon, since she is obviously much stronger than her father. We have yet to see what she can truly do," came Armand's response. At this point, I just wanted to sleep. Shocking, isn't it? "Let's take her to the guest room, so she can rest." I liked that idea.
"We shouldn't move her. You surely remember how painful this is. Moving her would only cause her more pain," Starlet told him. I knew there had to be something wrong with the "let's let her sleep" plan. Damn.
"But it'd be better if she wasn't on the floor, mother. That seems more uncomfortable than anything," Larion said, looking at her. I hesitantly nodded in agreement.
"Please, I would like to get some sleep. It's pretty cold on the floor," I added, squeezing Larion's hand gently. Sighing, Starlet reluctantly agreed to moving me. Larion carefully helped me up and wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me upright. Together, we went upstairs to the guest room, stopping occasionally along the way. I laid on my stomach on the bed, not even looking around the room. Larion covered me carefully with the blanket, watching my back.
"Are you alright, my love?" he asked in a whisper.
"Yes, I'm fine. My back aches, but I'll be fine," came my reply, my body relaxing.
"Alright, I'll stay here while you sleep. I don't want you to roll onto your back or anything. Could be painful," he said, taking my hand once more. I simply nodded, closing my eyes.
"Larion, keep her safe," Armand told him as he entered. I didn't even move, too tired to even think about it.
"I'd never let her be hurt, father. Especially now. She said her back's aching right now," he replied softly.
"But Arthians will fight to get her alone. He's very strong, son. Just be careful. Your mother thinks he might come back soon to keep us on our toes."
"I know, father. I will keep her safe though."
"Okay. Just be careful. Have a nice rest, little Nysa."
"Thank you, sir," I replied tiredly. He chuckled, leaving the room quietly. Larion bent down and kissed my cheek softly.
"Rest, love. You're safe." I smiled, my eyes closed tightly. I soon drifted off to sleep, only remembering his soft kiss on my cheek.
I awoke the next morning, Larion asleep in a chair next to the bed. I let him sleep, not wanted to bother him at all. I closed my eyes again, wondering if I could get back to sleep. Seconds later, Armand entered the room once more, staying as quiet as he could. He gently touched my back, examining it greatly.
"Well, her wings will be marvelous when they emerge. That day, she'll be stronger than ever. She'll be more like her mother than ever, as well," he told himself. He pressed on my back, making me cry out in pain. "Oh, I'm extremely sorry, Nysa. I didn't mean to hurt you like that. I was just checking on your wings," he told me, gently rubbing the spot he pressed.
"It's okay, sir. I was awake anyway," I said, looking at him.
"I thought you were. I must apologize for that, though."
"It's okay, really."
"Well, this is an interesting wake-up call," Larion said, sleepily looking at both of us. I smiled, staying as still as possible. It truly hurt too much to move.
"That would be my fault. I'll get a wash cloth and a bowl of water. Her back will need to be cleaned up quite a bit," Armand said, leaving the room.
"Besides the pain, how are you doing, Nysa?" he asked me, leaning down and kissing my cheek.
Before I could answer, a deep cackle sent painful shivers down my spine. The next thing I knew, I was pinned to the floor, the blade of a sword to my neck. Oh, by the way, your life truly does flash before your eyes when you think you're about to die. That's some scary s**t.
"Move, and she dies, boy," Arthians said to Larion, not taking his eyes off of me.
"So, Nysa, are you ready to die?" he asked me, pressing the blade against my neck with more force.
"I will not die by your hands, father," I replied nastily, a dark tone in my voice. All of a sudden, the same force from earlier pushed him away from me, sending him across the room. Larion took this time to run to me and help me up.
"You little b***h! You're going to be just as much of a pain as your mother!" he shouted, dark energy surging out of him.
Have you ever thought that people always show up at the right moment? It's definitely awesome when it happens. Like the whole tackle out of the street thing Larion did for me. It happens a lot in my life. Shows, doesn't it?
Back to the story now. As Arthians was going to lunge at me, a bright silver light paralyzed him. Starlet slowly stepped into the room, her hand painted at Arthians the entire time.
"Larion, get her out of here now! Get her to your father!" she demanded. Larion nodded, scooping me up carefully. He ran out of the room, heading to his parents' room, simply as an instinct. Luckily, he was there.
"Dad, mom's---," he started.
UnwellAngel · Fri Jun 17, 2005 @ 05:53pm · 0 Comments |
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