I hope someone will find this, right now I'm safe but I have no doubt about what will come later and strangely I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid to plunge this knife into my own soul, to be free of the mortal world I yearn. But I digress right now I'm going to tell you my name and my story I'm Zem weird name right? Well let's go back to where this all began
August, 27 2017, midnight
The orphanage was dark except for one room where the caretaker or what she likes to call herself the mother of the orphaned kids was cleaning dishes from the kid's dinner. She turned around thinking she heard a light knocking then turns back to the dishes humming a tune reminiscent of night time, which would be a favorite of the kids before bed. She jumps slightly as the knocking is heard louder causing her to almost drop the plate she was cleaning. Cursing to herself about who could be knocking this late of an hour, she puts the plate in the sink and disappears in the doorway.
August, 25 2017, morning
The compound outside of the city was heavily secured where on the ground you could see genetically enhanced soldiers flying in the air on semi-transparent feathered wings the span of their bodies, while those on the ground would patrol the area keeping civilians out and possibly something within.
Inside the room a boy was throwing a ball he got for his 5th birthday against the wall. He mainly did this to annoy his designated 'guardians' they liked to put it as, though he knew their real intent. He was nothing more than an experiment and he would be watched 24/7 every day. To be honest he was used to it. The only real friend he's ever made was Justin a ground soldier who would visit him on his breaks though why he wasn't visiting him right now was a mystery that eluded Z as they liked to call him.
Z was a 6 year old boy, black pants with pale skin (byproduct of being forced to stay inside) but most importantly was the red and white feathered wings on his back. (He always hated how they would spring out in his sleep)
He stopped throwing the ball as there were sounds of fighting outside. He stared lazily as the door opening to reveal Justin, a man in his thirties wearing a standard combat suit and a revolver in his hands
"Hey Justin" Z says lazily.
"c'mon Z I'm getting you outa here" Justin replies hastily while z just shrugs gets up and starts walking with his wings dragging behind him Z was what most would call an emotionless being.
"Sorry kid…" Justin whispered before shooting Z in the back…
Pain, burning pain… starting with his wings which slowly started to burn up and transparent feathers falling to the ground, some of them burning. The edges of his vision turned black as he felt weaker than before, as half his wings were alight. Then shortly after he felt… empty, unwholesome, incomplete, as his wings were completely covered in fire. As soon as it started, the fire died away leaving nothing more than a passed out kid with burn scars where his wings used to be…
Oh noes what will happen to Z who's side is Justin on and why oh why did I leave on a cliff hanger?
No comment, no comment, and 1, because this is a short teaser or whatever and 2, because it's convenient
And this my dear readers is the start of Tribearer, I am sorry if I have copied anything for I tried very hard not to copy any names. And I have a pretty good memory, most of the time…
I'd like to give credit to the author of "Destinies Call: The tales of a foreigner in a familiar land" Zenith Starwalker for giving me this idea not directly but with his story And no Z is not short for zenith its short for project Z, cruel right? And no he will not be named zenith. This is for those of you who can't remember that in the beginning he said his name was Zem.
Also I might be stopping dash friendship mainly because I'm getting major writing block and party because its lost my attention as in im not having any fun writing it anymore but with this I can't wait to write it down and my writing hugely increased since I last updated plus writers block so if anyone wants to continue the story I'll tell you how it turns out and you can write it but other than that I'm done with it. After this I will strive to beat my best of 1370 words.
This is edited because I made a mistake I made it Christmas dinner when it was august sorry I originally planned for it to be December 26th and instead I made it august 27th because future planning
