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Well the long wait is over! Chapter three is here (Finally!). I didn't
start it on paper till last night but fell asleep so I didn't finish it and
then this afternoon I started it back up and fell asleep. School went out
early here in the Peach State cuz everyone was freakin out cuz they can't
drive on icy roads. Heh, I can't either but I don't drive yet so yeah. Not
my prob. Luckily! But I got some needed Christmas shopping done so that was
fun. Ok on to chapter!
CHAPTER 3: "Thorns and Blood"
After the storm passed the small mortal town, Winglies again patrolled the streets. From house to house they checked for unauthorized babies that could've been born. It was an evil way to cut down population but it added unneeded control to the Winglies. Most of them knew anyway, which family had a baby under the flight of the Black Hawk but they all seemed to want to act all professional about it. The group of male Winglies that had saved his house for last awakened Jack at 6 A.M.
"Alright human, we just got up earlier then you have in your life so don't get us ticked. Just send your wife out here and let's get this over with." One of them said roughly. Jack was still in the process of blinking the sleep away from his eyes and nodded slightly.
"Yeah, yeah I get that sack of potatoes for you." He grumbled turning around. He came to his bed but didn't need to go that far from the door. He already saw that his bed was empty. His eyes snapped angrily and he went back to the door with his dagger behind his back. "Look, why not let me do your dirty work for once? We're men and I think we can work this out. I want her dead and you want her dead. I'll take care of it, ok?" The Winglies looked at each other and nodded.
"Alright but you don't have all day. At sunset if she's not dead, then you will be."
"She will be as good as dead if you placed her in my hands." Jack promised.
*~*
Rose was a very quiet baby. She spent most of the night in her mother's arms with very open eyes. Her little fingers went up to her mother's hair and Rose gently grabbed some of it and looked it over curiously.
*Very quiet and thoughtful is this one. * Thought the old Wingly. * Quiet and alert. * She stood on her old but still sturdy legs and stared out of the mouth of the cave. The sun was rising and giving its everyday brilliance to the world. The small baby stared at the sun as if it were a big candy that she could never reach. Rose cooed softly waking her mother. At first her mother was happily looking at her newborn daughter but then her eyes went worriedly to the opening of the cave.
"Why haven't you left?" She asked the old Wingly.
"I have no reason to leave my home." She replied.
"But my dau-"
"Will grow up with me here." The Wingly finished.
"Here?!" Hannah felt extreme alarm grow in her chest. "You don't understand! My baby wasn't authorized to be born! They'll hunt her down till she is dead!"
"I have already corrected that information you failed to give me. Rose is authorized as my servant." Hannah's face was full of relief and then fear came over Hannah at once. Her one and only child she'd ever have would soon be taken away forever. The new mother looked down at Rose and kissed her forehead. * Jack will be looking for me. * She thought.
The old Wingly walked away from the opening of the cave.
"I should go now." Hannah said nervously.
"No human can control you." The Wingly said not looking at her. She sat down again at her spinning wheel.
Hannah shook her head not knowing how to reply.
"I'll make it harder on you if I don't leave. Besides she's yours now." She stepped out of bed and left Rose on the pillows. She fought hard to keep the tears from rolling down her cheeks. This wasn't going to be easy.
"There is one thing that you humans have that Winglies will never have. Winglies don't understand emotions that go through humans." Hannah stared at her and shook her head.
"I feel that my role is over." She slowly stepped out of the cave. The old Wingly sighed and murmured.
"It is better for one to die to save one that will bring liberation to the world."
*~*
Jack slowly trailed through the woods looking for signs of any kind that could reveal where his wife went. With the backwash of last night's storm it was incredibly hard to make out footprints.
"Dang weather!" Jack grumbled crawling like a baby looking for a lost toy. Like a stealth hunter he examined every piece of earth and remaining mud prints. But the mud had animal traces, not human. His mood wasn't improving even with the sun adding light to his tanned skin. On his arms were traces of scars that he had earned while working constantly for the cruel Winglies.
His ears also constantly heard merciless commands from his masters. Everyday he had to fight the urge to collapse on the ground, a command that rang in his ears from his tired body. His old and worn soul that had scoured away the pureness that his spirit used to have.
He paused in his searching and heard footsteps above him. He looked up and saw his wife standing in front of him. He said nothing and silently pulled out his dagger.
"Jack, I'm ready to go home." Hannah said quietly. Her body was shaking and quickly felt the rage of Jack's weapon. Her mouth remained silent and she uttered not a word. Jack fiercely with drawled his dagger and Hannah fell to the earth and the entire world seemed to silently watch.
CHAPTER 3: "Thorns and Blood"
After the storm passed the small mortal town, Winglies again patrolled the streets. From house to house they checked for unauthorized babies that could've been born. It was an evil way to cut down population but it added unneeded control to the Winglies. Most of them knew anyway, which family had a baby under the flight of the Black Hawk but they all seemed to want to act all professional about it. The group of male Winglies that had saved his house for last awakened Jack at 6 A.M.
"Alright human, we just got up earlier then you have in your life so don't get us ticked. Just send your wife out here and let's get this over with." One of them said roughly. Jack was still in the process of blinking the sleep away from his eyes and nodded slightly.
"Yeah, yeah I get that sack of potatoes for you." He grumbled turning around. He came to his bed but didn't need to go that far from the door. He already saw that his bed was empty. His eyes snapped angrily and he went back to the door with his dagger behind his back. "Look, why not let me do your dirty work for once? We're men and I think we can work this out. I want her dead and you want her dead. I'll take care of it, ok?" The Winglies looked at each other and nodded.
"Alright but you don't have all day. At sunset if she's not dead, then you will be."
"She will be as good as dead if you placed her in my hands." Jack promised.
*~*
Rose was a very quiet baby. She spent most of the night in her mother's arms with very open eyes. Her little fingers went up to her mother's hair and Rose gently grabbed some of it and looked it over curiously.
*Very quiet and thoughtful is this one. * Thought the old Wingly. * Quiet and alert. * She stood on her old but still sturdy legs and stared out of the mouth of the cave. The sun was rising and giving its everyday brilliance to the world. The small baby stared at the sun as if it were a big candy that she could never reach. Rose cooed softly waking her mother. At first her mother was happily looking at her newborn daughter but then her eyes went worriedly to the opening of the cave.
"Why haven't you left?" She asked the old Wingly.
"I have no reason to leave my home." She replied.
"But my dau-"
"Will grow up with me here." The Wingly finished.
"Here?!" Hannah felt extreme alarm grow in her chest. "You don't understand! My baby wasn't authorized to be born! They'll hunt her down till she is dead!"
"I have already corrected that information you failed to give me. Rose is authorized as my servant." Hannah's face was full of relief and then fear came over Hannah at once. Her one and only child she'd ever have would soon be taken away forever. The new mother looked down at Rose and kissed her forehead. * Jack will be looking for me. * She thought.
The old Wingly walked away from the opening of the cave.
"I should go now." Hannah said nervously.
"No human can control you." The Wingly said not looking at her. She sat down again at her spinning wheel.
Hannah shook her head not knowing how to reply.
"I'll make it harder on you if I don't leave. Besides she's yours now." She stepped out of bed and left Rose on the pillows. She fought hard to keep the tears from rolling down her cheeks. This wasn't going to be easy.
"There is one thing that you humans have that Winglies will never have. Winglies don't understand emotions that go through humans." Hannah stared at her and shook her head.
"I feel that my role is over." She slowly stepped out of the cave. The old Wingly sighed and murmured.
"It is better for one to die to save one that will bring liberation to the world."
*~*
Jack slowly trailed through the woods looking for signs of any kind that could reveal where his wife went. With the backwash of last night's storm it was incredibly hard to make out footprints.
"Dang weather!" Jack grumbled crawling like a baby looking for a lost toy. Like a stealth hunter he examined every piece of earth and remaining mud prints. But the mud had animal traces, not human. His mood wasn't improving even with the sun adding light to his tanned skin. On his arms were traces of scars that he had earned while working constantly for the cruel Winglies.
His ears also constantly heard merciless commands from his masters. Everyday he had to fight the urge to collapse on the ground, a command that rang in his ears from his tired body. His old and worn soul that had scoured away the pureness that his spirit used to have.
He paused in his searching and heard footsteps above him. He looked up and saw his wife standing in front of him. He said nothing and silently pulled out his dagger.
"Jack, I'm ready to go home." Hannah said quietly. Her body was shaking and quickly felt the rage of Jack's weapon. Her mouth remained silent and she uttered not a word. Jack fiercely with drawled his dagger and Hannah fell to the earth and the entire world seemed to silently watch.