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Chapter 3

My thick heeled boots echo loudly as I walk over to the edge of a rooftop. I scan the ground but see nothing. This place is boring. I like it. Checking the wind, I hop off the edge of the roof. Just before my feet hit the ground, I unfurl my wings and am lifted into the star filled sky. I deeply breathe in the warm air elevating me and push my wings to lift me higher. A noise trumpets below me and spot red and blue lights speeding down a road,passing a black truck. The world my mother left is noisy.

There's too much excitement here. I Stop in mid-flight and hover, looking around. A raven flies pass me and I watch as it makes a sudden turn back to me. I hold out my hand for it and it lands. "Nice feathers." I tell it. The bird squwaks at me and shakes itself. I stretch out my arm and watch it hop the length of it to my shoulder. It pecks at my ear and I give a light giggle,something I rarely do.

The raven squwaks at me again and takes off. As I watch it fly, the sun rises and the light blinds me. I fly lower and back into the shadow of the trees. Spotting a girl on a path, I silently fly over her,accidentaly snapping a branch. It hits the ground and I keep going. I land next to a large gate and lean against the cool stone.

My feathers lift and a chill travels up my spine. I turn around, seeing a large building between the iron bars surrounding it. Something about the place seemed off, almost warm. I shake my head, brushing off the feeling. A muscle in my left wing twitches but I ignore it, taking to the sky.

I hover over the building, feeling the rising suns rays warm my back. There's no movement except for trees swaying in the wind and the occational cat being chased by another. I land gracefully on a branch, crouching onto my hands. Quickly, I scan the yard, looking for anyone. Nothing. With a bored sigh, I stand.

The branch wobbles and snaps. I fall and hit the ground with a thud and snap. Pain lances through my left wing and I cry out. Rolling, I get to my knees and try to stand. I lean against a tree and turn to look at my wing. It's bent slightly at the elbow and limp. I touch it gently and hiss in pain. "Fuck." I look around for a way ou, but see nothing but gate. I take a step. "Skye, Night has chozen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; harken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night." I spin around, glaring at the owner of the sudden voice.