Changing Wings – Part I
She awoke to a luminous beam, casting down beneath the trees. Her eyes grew accustomed to the light, to the woodland surrounding her. A gentle breeze swept through her hair and sent golden streaks drifting across her face. She sat for a moment, thinking, waiting, expecting something would change.
Then she rose, eyes flicking to every corner. A loud rustling occurred from behind and she was quick to turn, catching sight of something white. Keeping her eyes on her back gave her enough time to glance at the feathered wings stretching out before her. She flexed her muscles, her new wings curling and uncurling against the soft fabric of her burgundy dress. Her lips curled into a smile and she took off flying, gliding along the gentle wind. She let herself land on a branch. It was the moment she looked down, that she saw a quivering figure beneath her.
The Angel glided down. Closer glimpse revealed a child, eyes swollen with tears, rocking back and fourth, back and fourth, quivering from the cold. She kept her gaze on the boy, emerging into the moonlight and walked towards him with a gentle pace. He looked young, no older than eight.
"Hey, are you okay? What's wrong?"
He didn't respond. She stretched her arm out, lowering it near the child's shoulder and gasped at the moment it passed through. To begin with, she wasn't sure what happened. It seemed like nothing more than a mind game. But through each second she waited, the reality became clear. Her lips parted and she blinked her eyes, gradually beginning to feel alone.
She stepped away from the child, understanding she couldn't help him. A second later, she spread her wings and flew away.
Cyra.
She froze, barely keeping her wings flapping. Her eyes shifted to every corner, making an effort to discover where the voice came from. The light of the moon caused her to blink when it grew brighter.
"Did you just speak to me?"
You're an angel and your name is Cyra.
"You can talk!" she realised, flying over to the nearest tree and balancing on the closest branch.
Yes. Now listen carefully, Cyra. This is what you need to do. Find the Guardians.
"Where am I meant to look?"
The beam darkened. Cyra huffed when a cloud passed over.
A/N: I'll update as soon as I can. Big thanks to darthcat who sent me an idea (it's a good one). The next few bits, I'll split into parts. Let me know what you think so far. Reviews are welcome.