This my third fanfic and oh yeah this is only the opening (and a special thx to Rhette who helped me improve and correct my errors).
The human race, to which so many of my readers belong to, have been playing at children's games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the end, which is a nuisance for a few people. This seemingly pedestrian introduction upends itself with an intriguing premise that raises a question in the reader's mind. One that must be answered.
Sometimes, in the depths of some stormy nights, I like to sit on my window sill and watch the lightening streak the sky, close my eyes, and feel the wind streak across my arms and face. If I spread my arms, and really imagine, I can feel myself lifting into the dark sky, thunder rushing across my body and lightening missing me by inches.
IA hunches herself into the tiny corner of her room, her sobs covered by the blissful thunder crashes...
If only I had wings, she wishes. To escape this hell.
Again this is only the opening their is lots more to come so bear with me
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