The Night Glider
CHAPTER ONE - LUCAS.
As he awoke, he found himself in a dark empty corner. His wrists were locked in heavy chains. His body, heavily covered with sweat. He was pale. Breathless. He was weak.
He slowly opened his eyes, then shut them back at once. His veins from his neck were growing out of his skin; still silent, as if he could stand against the pain from his back. He leaned his head back, slowly dropping his jaw. Then he leaned forth and hopelessly shouted the pain out. His black irises were growing, covering his entire eyes. He tried to pull his hands form the chains as he kept shouting.
The chains came off. His body weak. His eyes shut. His feet were hardly gripping the floor, trying to keep himself standing. He slowly lifted his chin. And as his eyes were opened; large, black, feather-wings spread. His dark blood was dripping from where the wings grew.
Lights flashed everywhere. Then the whole place was lighted by dark-winged people, holding a ball of light in their hands.
The place was dry, hot, and ugly. The trees were bald, there was no water. And the sky was red, cloudless, and empty.
"Why am I here? Who sent me here?" He spoke like an angry king, his chin held up and his wings beautifully spread.
A deep and loud voice chuckled. "You, handsome young man, are a part of us."
"Why? I did not ask for this." He said.
The voice explained, "Lucas, if I am not mistaken; you were not chosen to decide, because YOU are the decision. That is why we created thee." The voice was gradually softening. Then an old man named Ignis with a long beard perched in front of him with larger, older wings. He continued, "And you are the proudest newborn that was ever created. Tell us why you make such a different…Night Glider?"
He looked the old man into the eyes, his face was half-angry: "I am NOT anything that you call yourselves. I am NOT anything whom you think I am. I am NOT one of you."
Ignis stepped closer to him with anger, "I am your creator! There is NO turning back!"
Lucas said with a low voice, "And I will NEVER be one of you." He stepped back and flew away.
Ignis, in his anger, exhaled heavily and grew a fist-sized ball of fire in his hands. Geordette, the most warm-hearted night glider in the land of Dark Flights, flew to Ignis and gently stopped him and calmed him down. She was one of his daughters, too.
"He will understand sooner, father," She thought.
Ignis stopped himself and held Rosa in his arms tightly.