Okay guys, this is my first story ever. I would greatly appreciate it, if you could give it a chance, and review. I must admit it starts off kind of slow, but it is definitely worth it. I promise! :) It has everything in here. Sports, love, friendship... I'm trying to get it all in here. Also it's written in two different perspectives. If you don't understand something, or if I do a shitty job, please just tell me. I have a thick skin. (Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I own all of these characters.) lol So without further a due, I present to you:
Fallen Hope
"Look father; please let me do this. I merely want to go to Earth and attend a school and just see what it's like, I want to study the humans." I pleaded. My father was sitting down in his office chair, going over his speech for tomorrow night's Peace ball. He stops reading and looks up at me. His lips pressed in a hard line, his blue eyes gazing intently into mine.
"Jason enough, we are above Earth and its inhabitants. You need to appreciate what you have here. As the future heir to the crown, it's crucial that you are kept safe and protected at all times. I simply can't risk anything happening to you." He explains. I mentally sigh. Like I haven't heard this before.
"Father, I mean not to be irreverent, but I do indeed appreciate what I have here." I pause for a moment before continuing. "When I look into the demolorb, I see people having fun." I stop and look at the floor, knowing I wasn't allowed to look into the demolorb. He pinches the bridge of his nose, and sighs.
"You know very well, you are forbidden to look into the demolorb." He said growing impatient with me.
"Yes father, I know but-" I pause growing excited. "I see boys and girls that look like me, look my age, attending a school, learning-"
"Son, you know a lot, about many things." He says. My eyebrows furrow together in frustration, I start grinding my teeth. He returns his attention to his speech.
"Yes, I suppose you're right." I stop talking and take a few quick breaths to calm down. "Except for the fact that I know nothing about Earth and its inhabitants, or the planets that surround it." I say as calmly as I can. "Please, father." I beg. He abruptly stands up and slams his fist on the desk.
"There is nothing special about Earth. The culture is dull, lifeless. The humans are killing themselves, in pointless wars, over pointless things. They are destroying everything, they come into contact with. They are parasites, a disease. They are a greedy, power hungry race." He says raising his voice. Our eyes are locked; we stand there staring at each other.
"What do you have against Earth? What did the people ever do to you? What are you not telling me?" I ask matching his tone.
"Son, there are some things that you don't need to know. There are some things that I don't wish to tell you, things that you won't ever find out about. Just know that there are beings out there that are far worse than the enemies that you know."
"Father, I'm the best fighter here. You can ask General-"
He raises his hand, closes his eyes, and tilts his head. I know what that means. It means that this discussion is over and I am to leave and not look back. I make a grim look ans I walk out of his office, and start for the village. I spread my wings and pump them a few times. I'm air borne in a matter of seconds.
