On Sapphire Wings

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Characters, events, settings or anything else I use of LoD belong to Sony. If/when I use original characters, they belong to me.

"Forgotten thoughts of yesterdays.

Through my eyes I see the past.

I don't know why.

I believe. I believe in the truth.

From inside.

Go away, go away from me.

Leave me alone.

Ignorance spreads lies.

How much will money buy?

Well I'll take my time.

As I drift and die.

Unwanted, I live my life of shame.

Who's to blame for my mistakes?

Well I don't know, I don't know why."

Puddle of Mudd – "Drift and Die"

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Dark clouds blotted out the sky above, and it seemed that the only thing visible was famine. Famine and blood. Perhaps that was all the Moon was – a huge ivory manifestation of all the worlds' pain and blood.

Amongst the wreckage and ethereal agony, a body lay unmoving, staring up at a sky that would have gave no pity even if he could see anymore. The figure's black leather vest, engraved with silver, was splattered with drying blood, and his silver locks of hair had taken a brownish tinge in the pool of scarlet liquid as he lay there, not sure whether he was alive or not except for the sharp, unbearable pain in his slender torso. He closed his blind, pupiless red eyes and sighed, then coughed painfully, tasting salty blood.

So this was what it felt like to be halfway to nowhere and not moving fast?

If not for his incredible endurance, he would have died instantly, but perhaps that was a mixed blessing in itself. He knew it was inevitable, so he waited, lost in the thoughts he knew were his last.

Well, what more had he expected? He'd tried and failed to get rid of the God of Destruction, but he'd managed to aid the Others. That's what he'd taken flight to the Moon for in the first place, to aid all that he'd so badly hurt.

He tried to block of the lingering guilt, wishing that it would all end a little faster.

Did he have anything left anymore anyways? Everything he'd ever had was taken away now, and for what? He'd unwittingly supported the destruction of the planet he wanted to reunite with itself. Great.

His family, his love, his whole existence had been sacrificed for it, so why was he taking so long to die?

He coughed again, like fire shooting through his throat, and tried to block the thoughts from his mind. There was no good dwelling on it. Desperately, he tried to think of something consoling as the steady jolts of pain surged through his body.

Wink.

He bit his lip, wondering if she was recovering okay. She had a bad habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and that last time had costed her. He wished he could have protected her a little better.

With a small clink, something fell from a pouch around his waist, and he closed his cold hand around it automatically. Healing potion.

If he drank that, maybe he could postpone the inevitable a little. His quick mind turned over the fact slowly.

Maybe he would have time to return home if he drank that…

Then he could see her again, one last time. Just to apologize, and make sure she was okay?

The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. He owed her at least an apology for all he'd done to her.

Without realizing it, Lloyd had stood shakily to his feet. He fumbled around for the bottle, uncorked it, and drank it slowly so he wouldn't choke. The liquid was soothing against the ongoing pain in his chest; with a bit of pain he could fly again, if he was cautious.

Twin long, sinuous wings burst out from his back with a flash of arcane light of bluish-silver shade. Rising in the air, he flew into the shadowy sky, unable to see anything but darkness of a slight reddish tint. He didn't need sight, he could feel her presence down there on Earth. He smiled lightly to himself, and began the long, painful flight home.

Your eyes stare at me in the dark.

And I hope those eyes don't steal my freedom.

Creed "Freedom"

Wink's eyes slowly fluttered into focus as she awoke. The sun shined through the Crystal Palace's infirmary windows onto her petite form, and she smiled despite herself. It was so peaceful now.

She lay in bed, warm in the sunbeams and completely at ease. The only sound was the gentle wisp of her breath, which was growing less laboured as she recovered.

With her eyes closed in contentment, she placed a hand absently on her stomach. It no longer hurt, she'd been lucky. The stab wound had not been too deep, or it would have killed her. Desperation had kept her from dying that day. And it had saved Lloyd.

The thoughts of the silver haired wingly ruined the happiness induced by the beautiful day, and she let loose a silent sigh. Miranda had told her he had died at the hands of the God of Destruction. She seemed to think it a good thing.

But Wink didn't feel that way. He'd saved her life twice, and she barely had known anything about him. She'd been very surprised to know that he was actually one of the mythological Winglies. But it hadn't changed how she felt about him.

But, she had to put him behind her. At least, that's what Queen Theresa and the Sacred Sisters said. She had just done what she usually did and agreed.

With another sigh, this one loud and long, she sat up and stretched, then rose from the comfortable bed and got dressed into her silk and velvet attire.

She stepped into the hallway and was met by her mother, Theresa, who smiled slightly.

"Good morning."

She smiled. "Good morning your Majesty."

"How are you feeling?" Theresa asked.

"Okay." She shrugged a little, then laughed. "It's almost fully healed by now."

"That's good."

Excusing herself, Wink grabbed a coat and began out towards town. She felt like taking a walk to clear her head.

No one stopped her as she exited the Palace, though a few guards she knew smiled politely. She nodded back.

The city was already bustling with activity despite the early hour. People were opening up stores, walking around, and proceeding towards normal life. Wink was glad that everyone was happy again.

She ducked out of the way as a child ran passed, thinking about where she'd go. Perhaps the forest would be a good destination, now that the dangerous wolf had been dealt with. She couldn't see a reason why not, so she walked dignifiedly but hurriedly towards the edge of town. She didn't want anyone to see her and insist that a guard come, she felt like being alone.

She ran a hand through her hair, just vaguely thinking of how she should have brushed it. The snow was low and wet, and was melting in the sunlight rapidly. It was nearly summer, and the snow might even melt away entirely this year if it was warm enough.

Up ahead, the forest loomed like a bright kindred spirit as she began down the windy path. She passed the turnoff to the dragon mountain and continued on to the steps leading over the canyon-like dirt path into the heavy foliage.

She paused, and bit her lip. It had been the first time she'd been here since when Lloyd had saved her from the Wingly, Bardel. She'd never had a need to return, and it was particularly painful now.

She stopped by the side of the road and sat down on a rock, resting her head in her hands. Why was she the only person who cared about Lloyd anymore? Why was everyone so unforgiving?

But it hardly mattered really. As long as she kept believing in his memory.

She sighed and picked up a small rock, dyed red by a few drops of blood. With her mind set firmly on the haunting memories, she didn't see the figure in the sky approaching her.

A/N: Hope you liked this first chapter, lol. Please review if you have any comments or questions.

Also, it's been awhile since I did the Mille Seseau part of LoD, so if I make any mistakes, don't hesitate to tell me.

Thanks again for reading.

Ps: I've totally forgotten the name of the Sacred Sister with the purple hair that reads people's thoughts or whatever. If someone could tell me this I'd REALLY appreciate it, lol! xD