(Revised version)
Chapter2: New Gold and Silver Twins
"Don't worry" he heard from behind him as he fell
towards the planet. "You'll survive the fall."
There was a flash of light and burning sensation
as he fell through the atmosphere, he realized he was falling way too fast.
There was no way he could live through this. There was a flash of green
he recognized as a forest and just after he cleared it, he saw a house.
"Just great,"he half growled in shock and irritation,
knowing he would probalby crash into it or something in the immediate promimity.
He raised his right arm, using it as a sort of shield, and lowered his
shoulder to take the brunt of the fall. No matter how hard he tried he
couldn't get his feet in front of him. 'Great I'm going to die… again!'
The last thing he saw was a garden that he knew wouldn't survive underneath
him. He closed his eyes and fell unconscious as he fell into the flowerbed;
pots shattered and petals flew in every which direction, followed closely
by singed feathers.
When Willow heard the crash she was first most worried
about her cousins. The six-year-old twins were playing in the yard and
she was worried that they had somehow hurt themselves. However, the second
she opened the door she was accosted by both gold and silver haired girls,
running into the arms of their 'aunt' as they called her.
"Aunt Willow! It wasn't us, honest!" Said Shiloh;
her silver pigtails swung as she shook her head, adding to her defense.
"Yeah! It was a robot angel, he crashed into the
flowers!" Chloe nodded.
"A robot angel?" Willow asked in disbelief, not
liking what sounded like a farfetched lie.
"No! It was a hang glider!" Shiloh countered.
"Angel!"
"Hang glider!"
"Angel!"
"Now, stop fighting you two I'm going to see what
happened, you two go inside."
"Yes Aunt Willow." Both girls said simultaneously
and very ashamedly.
Willow was shocked when she saw him. Lying face down in her crushed
petunias was, as Chloe described him, a 'robot angel,' with a ton of singed
feathers all around.
"Oh my goodness!" She rushed over to his side.
"Nobe… Taskete…"
She gently touched his shoulder and turned him onto
his right side. She could see his cherry brandy eyes and the ruffled blue
patch atop his head. Willow had a sudden, thought that the wine-color
of those eyes went very nicely with the pale blue hair... She shook
her head and frowned at such silliness. He needed her help urgently,
and she needed to focus herself.
"Taskete … help me… I mean you no harm…" he gasped.
"It's okay. I'm here to help."
Willow ran her hands carefully over his ribs, his
left arm, his legs, looking for anything swollen or out of place.
There was nothing that was where it shouldn't be, but it was obvious he'd
be sporting some nasty bruises in a day or two. He had obviously
snapped a few ribs as well. When she pressed on his back, between his wings,
he let out a gusty sigh and bent into her touch, the movement causing the
wide pinions to flex involuntarily. The smell of burnt feathers wafted
over her, and bits of ash fluttered in the air.
"I'm all in one piece… and I'll be better if I can
just… sleep… for awhile… Right here will be fine, if it's safe..."
"We're going to have to get you inside. You
can't stay out here wounded, and covered with dirt. People will tend
to notice. Not to mention these..." she nodded towards his wings.
"Not many people around here have them."
He smiled ruefully "Not may people have them
where I come from either…"
"Do you think you can walk inside if I help you?"
She asked.
"I think so."
"All right, we can work with that."
"Thank you" He sat up and gasped.
"Okay on the count of three." She knelt and tucked
her arm around his ribcage. He Nodded and braced himself to stand.
"One… two… three!" And with that he was standing.
He swayed a bit and she steadied him. "are you sure you're going to be
alright?"
"Yes, I'm sure." He winced slightly when she pressed
against a broken rib.
"Sorry."
Slowly but surely they trod into the house and as
they did Willow began taking in his looks, surveying the curve of his toned
muscles, the contrast of soft warm flesh and cool hard metal. She grimaced
at the shape his arm was in, the top two tethers had been torn away and
it had quite a few dents in it.
"We'll get you cleaned up in no time, a hot shower
some icepacks and a lot of rest and you'll be good as new." She smiled
up at him.
"Thank you… for all your help."
"Shhh, relax, its what any normal person would do."
The girls gasped as she helped him into the bathroom
in the guest bedroom.
"See! I told you he was a robot angel!" Chloe said
triumphantly. Shiloh could only nod in sullen agreement.
Folken nearly fell over when he saw them, if he
hadn't known better and he would have thought they were Naria and Eyria
without the cat-like features. He laughed lightly at the comment, 'Robot
angel' he thought, 'how ironic.'
A/N: Okay this had a few more revisions than the last one let
me know what you think, oh and take a look at the credits page when this
is finished for this chapter K?
By the way, Thanks to everyone who reviewed this the first time around,
you guys are awesome ^_^
Feedback: Any sort of constructive critisism is help mainly
on my weaknesses. Orginaization, dialogue, Characterization, Stream of
Consciousness, etc. Encouragement is nice as well, but really I'm seeking
to grow as a writer. Any literary techniques I can learn are great.
