Chapter Five: Growing Wings

Observer's POV

Silas lead Wyn to a balcony and took her hand. Wyn jumped and shuddered.

"I'm going to teach you to fly." Wyn laughed.

"Where are we? Never land?"

"No, but it requires no pixie dust."

"What a relief." Wyn rolled her eyes.

"Are you ready?"

"I'm waiting."

"Okay." Silas clasped Wyn's other hand so that they were facing each other.

"Great Winds of the East, with permission, safe passage." a wind from her right blew. It was cool, with a strange warmth like at sunrise on the nicest summer day.

"Great Winds of the West, with permission, safe passage." this wind came from her left and was exactly the opposite of the East wind. This was warm going cool, like

at the end of that perfect summer day.

Sunset. Wyn thought.

"Great Winds of the South, with permission, safe passage." this one came from in front of her and smelled of flowers and spring. Wyn breathed it in deeply.

"Great Winds of the North, with permission, safe passage." there wasn't anything. Then, a cold, strong wind blew from behind her suddenly. Wyn stiffened with surprise and cold.

The 4 winds swirled in between them. Then it slowly consumed Silas and Wyn. Wyn gasped as her feet left the balcony. Silas grinned.

"Ready, steady, GO!" Silas jumped, pulling Wyn along. Wyn didn't really notice this much. What she did notice, was that she was now, instead of Silas pulling her up, there was

the angelic being that looked like Daemon. Something she only saw in her dreams.

"D-Daemon?" Wyn was breathless. Silas laughed.

"No, still Silas. You've changed too, ya know. Lovely black ones." he smiled. Wyn looked over her shoulder and saw a large black wing protruding from her shoulder blade. She looked

over her other shoulder to find its twin. She gasped and almost let go of Silas' hand. He squeezed it.

"You mustn't let go of my hand. Your wings are like a new born baby bird's. Weak. It's mostly me keeping you afloat. Hold tight." Wyn gripped his hand, and they were like that. Silas

showed Wyn different things. And Wyn always kept a strong hold on his hand. Until the muscles in her hand started to ache, then she loosened her grip, and Silas tightened his. Suddenly, a strong

gust from the north, hit them head on. They both put their free hands up to shield their faces. Wyn's hand slipped a little out of Silas' hand, because both were slick with sweat from fear. The wind increased,

as if it could sense their link was weakening, and slowly Wyn's hand slipped from Silas'.

"WYN!" Silas yelled as he reached out to Wyn's falling body.

"Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassss!" was all that Silas heard in reply. Faint and far away. Soon, Wyn was out of sight. Wyn fell. As she fell, unconsciousness took over.