I really don't have much to say, so you can just read the story. :-D
Jacinella's POV
I was flying, high over the earth, wings spread wide as the cold, crisp winter air ran through my wings. Gosh, I loved flying. I couldn't help but to. It was sensational, knowing that I was at the top of the world. It felt so much better than being on the ground, yet when I came down, I just felt depressed. I was humble enough in the air, but on the ground, I didn't feel just grounded, I felt- sad. Angry, depressed, annoyed. I just felt all around bad.
But it was nessecary to land. I needed food, fuel, rest, and a little bit of some regenerating before I could start going again. If only, if only. If only I had time to say a proper goodbye to my parents before I ran away. If only I had seen Skye's face before I left. I could have read it. I could have told what was happening, better understood the details, figured out what I needed to help with.
But, I didn't. I didn't get to say goodbye, I didn't know what was happening, and I was so twisted and scared. I was 13, and I needed to help. No, I didn't need help, I needed to help. I needed to investigate. That's why I was taking the "scenic route" to Bitterblue's palace… so that I would have a chance to investigate, cause the wisdom of worlds knows that I won't get the chance to after I get there. Bitterblue will take over, her men will be following my every-other move.
I decided that I shouldn't think about this or else I would wind up doing something bad, so I went to a gas station for some fuel. By the end I had some carrots, a 5 liter water(did I mention that I was super strong, unnaturally so? Oh, well, I am), and a loaf of bread. I also grabbed a large backpack and a small messanger bag, filled to the brim with more food and lots of first aide supplies.
I paid up and ran quickly outside. I ran a full two miles before finally taking off. Up, up, and away I go. I flew for hours, and when it was dark, I flew on. I could see in the dark, I could see in the light, I could see all. I flew until 6:55 in the morning before I reached the border, about 15 miles from my destination, a suitable distance to run, if I had the energy. I didn't, of course, so I had to rest. No time to sleep, but 2 minutes is enough to sit and be re-energized.
I took the two minutes and decided to walk a few miles before running. I started walking and ran straight into someone. It freaked me out so much that I started beating the person up. He- I realized it was a he as he was yelling- started yelling at me to stop punching him. I pinned him down.
"Who are you? Why are you walking through the border?" he looked at me all confused, and then he started to talk. I couldn't even focus on what he was saying, I just heard his voice. It was beautiful, deep, clear as a bell, and I loved it. I was so caught up in it that he had to ask for my name 5 times before I got what he was saying. I just couldn't comprehend.
"My name is Jacinella, jerk, what's yours?"
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