White Silver Tipped Wings
Seventeen years later…
I stood on the edge of the roof. The orphanage was four stories tall so I was four tall stories off the ground, my toes not even touching solid concrete but air. A cool wind blew through my medium length raven black hair. I smiled as the wind relaxed me. I felt so alive! So full of energy! I was feeling far better than I would have back inside my room at this orphanage.
My dark green eyes scanned the empty air waiting for me. My eyes quickly began to sparkle, almost change to an emerald green color. I rolled my shoulders back as two white feathery silver tipped wings emerged from my back. I spread out my arms as my wings stretched out as long as they would go. The air blew again against my face and now I felt the wind roll through my feathers.
I leaped up into the air…then I was flying! Oh it felt so wonderful! Such happiness! Man all those wimpy humans below me…how I pity them for never being able to experience this.
I let myself soar through the air. I closed my eyes as I felt the wind brush against my face and through my feathers. I opened my eyes which still sparkled as I did a loop in the sky and did figure eights around trees and in the sky. I just let myself go. Leave the ugly, confusing, land below and just soar!
The air was cooler up here but that didn't matter to me. I continued to fly, enjoying every second of it. I flew all across San Francisco until I flew back to the orphanage. Even though I was free to fly the sky, if the nuns ever thought I had gone missing…no I had to remain a regular seventeen year old girl who just went for a stroll. Well I sorta did tell the truth. Just instead of walking I was flying.
I landed soundlessly in the small garden the nuns adored. The flowers were extremely colorful. I guess to brighten up my day as a forgotten about child. I folded my wings up nicely against my back and ran to a nearby tree. I found my jacket I had left up there on my last flight. I grabbed it and quickly threw it on as a door opened and a nun walked out.
"Cordelia, there you are," exclaimed the nun as she walked over to me.
I turned to face the nun. I sighed, knowing my 'stroll' was over. "Good afternoon Sister Anne."
"I got a call from the Adel family," Sister Anne paused as I saw a look of sorrow cross her face. I knew what was coming next. It was no surprise now. "…they said that they liked you-just…"
I turned away from Sister Anne, biting back the wave of grief that now hit me. It was like I had never took flight from the roof. "They didn't like me. I get it."
"No, sweetie…they did like you. It was just that they were looking for a child that isn't as energetic as you were," replied Sister Anne.
I rolled my eyes. In other words they didn't like me. I wasn't their dream child. I heard it all before. Why were the Sisters constantly making up crap instead of just saying the parents hated me? Besides I don't care that much. I wanted real parents, not people to take their place.
"It's dinner time anyways," said Sister Anne.
I sighed and turned to face Sister Anne. I nodded. Sister Anne gave me a warm smile but I simply looked away. I followed Sister Anne back into the orphanage building. No more fresh air. My eyes lost their sparkle and returned to their natural dark green state. I couldn't blame the parents for hating me. I mean I wasn't exactly normal. More like a demon. No I was better than just a demon. I was a flying demon.
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Troy stood before the Seer. Her eyes were closed, doing what he had asked of her. As Troy stood there, he thought back seventeen years ago. Sabella was dead…all because of him! His beloved. He had loved her! He promised himself to never let her leave him. To hold her and comfort her through all her pain. Now here he stood, alone…a murderer.
"You will never father this child!"
Troy blinked away the pain. Sabella's words had echoed in his mind ever since her death. The Seer opened her eyes. Troy pulled himself out of his mind and into the present. He had been counting down the days. In just a few months his only daughter would be eighteen years old.
The Seer looked over at Troy. "Your child is very much alive."
"I already know that. I asked you about her future," snapped Troy coldly at the Seer.
The Seer sighed and looked away from Troy for a few seconds. "I saw her future. It was clear but foggy. Many choices she will face determine her fate. I could not make out what she chooses but the road she takes is very clear to me." The Seer quickly looked back at Troy. "I suggest killing her now, before she matures any further."
"Where is she now?" asked Troy.
"The orphanage. It has been her home for the past seventeen years," the Seer paused. "She was vulnerable as a child, Troy. You had so many chances to do away with her. Why did you wait? What was the point of risking fate?"
"You don't have any children Seer. You have no idea what it is like. It's a person that you helped create and bring into the world. Someone to love and guide. All your joy and happiness revolves around your only child," Troy's eyes hardened. "…now kill that child."
"Be careful, Troy. You don't want to end up like Sabella. She was brainwashed into thinking that Cordelia was an actual child…not a curse," warned the Seer.
Troy shook his head. "I know what Cordelia is. I know what she is destined to become. Just because my blood flows through her veins does not make the situation any different. I will kill her. I will save us all from the suffering she is fated to bring upon us."
The Seer nodded in approval. "Then I wish you the best of luck. Have fun killing your only child."
Troy shot the Seer a very dark look before shimmering out of her lair and into an empty street. He looked around before quietly calling upon three loyal demons. Three demons shimmered onto the street and all faced Troy.
"You called," replied the first demon.
"When the sun sets…we go after Cordelia. Show no mercy. She must be killed if we ever want the next Source to rise," stated Troy.
All three demons quietly nodded their heads, understanding that I had to be eliminated. I had to be taken out of the picture. The hunt was on.
