Fang's POV

After all the little ones were put to bed, us older ones gathered around the fire. We aren't sure why we did this, but it felt right.

"I guess that's one thing we all have in common." Max said. We have been talking like we were best friends. Iggy and Nudge were so wise and mature for their age and for being completely human, but they were fun to talk to as well: easy.

"That we have no parents? I don't think that's a good thing." Nudge said snickering. See, even if something was horrible like a parent's death, no one was so sensitive about it.

"I still have a mother." I said.

"That we still have to visit." Max reminded me.

"And I'm blind!"

"And I'm adopted." Nudge said.

"Adopted? That's never been established." I said surprised.

"I knew about it! Can't you tell by her skin color?" Iggy said proudly.

"Iggy! You're blind!"

"Well then! Just tease the blind! I see how it is."

"You people haven't noticed I'm African?" Nudge interrupted.

"I thought you were just really tan…" Max said in shock.

Nudge burst our laughing. "So tan I'm chocolate."

"How old were you?"

"Somewhere around 6, old enough to take care of Gazzy but not old enough to run away. No that's not true… I ran away from home in the first place. I haven't seen my parents since, but they are probably still picking weed and selling them." Nudge said giggling.

"Nudge! So cold to your own parents…"

"No Max I'm serious."

"Oh."

"Well what about you Iggy? How did you become blind?" I asked curiously.

"You guys better not feel sorry for me when I tell you. It was an accident. I got shot in the head, and the doctor did surgery to take the bullet out, but I was left blind. There really was not choice though. Either live and be blind, or die and be blind. I don't really remember anything before that… it erased some of my memories too."

"Your turn!" Nudge said excitedly to me.

"What's there to tell? My mother's alive and my father is not."

"How'd he die?"

"He was the King, and someone shot him. It's part of the prophecy."

"Prophecy?" they both asked together

"Fang!" Max scolded

"Sorry! It slipped…"

"Well, I suppose we might as well tell them… everything." Max admitted.

We must have stayed up for hours telling our story, and we showed Nudge our wings. Her eyes grew big and she reached out to brush our feathers down.

"Their beautiful…" she said her eyes glowing.

Iggy stood in the corner sulking about not being able to see them, but later on he joined in and ran his hand over the feathers. His touch was so light, it would be impossible to tell he's blind.

Max and I were just happy for once we didn't have to hide.