Syuveil straightened his glasses, and picked the book up once more, intent on finishing it and three others before he turned in. His research on the two Wingly cities, Mayfil and Crystal Palace, was breaking new grounds for humans, who were for the first time beginning to understand nature and the way life works around it.
"Sir Syuveil, can I ask you for a favour?" A young woman came to the door of the study, and rapped on the door lightly.
He looked up from the book once more, sighed good-naturedly, and beckoned her in. "Of course, of course. Tell me what you need."
The young girl nodded, and walked into the room, shifting nervously where she stood. Syuveil smiled, and motioned her to a chair with the nod of his head and a swift sweeping motion. "Thank you, sir. I was sent here by the chief librarian, who has asked you to journey to meet him, and correspond with him." She finished talking, as Syuveil poured her a cup of tea. "Thank you again."
"Not a problem, not a problem. Did the librarian leave a message with you specifically for my ears? Also, your name?"
"He did not, sir, though he seemed very eager at the prospect of you journeying to meet him." She smiled, and continued. "My name is Mary."
"Well, Mary, it has been a pleasure to meet you, but I must continue with my studying. Tell the head librarian that I would be honoured to meet him at the Great Library, but it will sadly have to wait at least two weeks. I have much work to do."
Mary stood up, and bowed. "Of course, Sir Syuveil, I will surely inform the librarian. He will be happy to hear of this." She exited the room, having only entered a moment before. Syuveil was happy that she was gone, however much her news was good. His work couldn't suffer a second longer from being manipulated.
Putting his book in front of his face once more, Syuveil relishes the breakthroughs that are literally just around the corner. Another week, and he'd have everything figured out. If only he could get closer to the two cities more often, having only been inside Mayfil, and only once. The Winglies were very stingy when it came to their cities. No humans were ever allowed in them, not alive or free, at least.
His studies were interrupted once more, and this time, permanently. Screams rang throughout Syuveil's home. He had been lucky to have servants, and their families lived on his plot. They were completely defenseless. "Sharon!" He yelled, darting out of the room. Half of his home had caved in, and the other half was on fire. His head servant was nowhere to be seen. "Damnit!" He swore, leaving the house, and stopping, aghast.
The entire courtyard of his house was filled with dead bodies. It was a total massacre. Whatever had attacked his place had literally dragged people there, and slaughtered them. He could tell that, for there bodies were covered in blood that dripped onto the ground, and not with blood only on their body. "You there! Are you the owner of this domicile?" A harsh female's voice roused Syuveil, and he looked into the sky from which it came.
He stared in disbelief. She, and three other Winglies, all floated above his head, with bloody swords in their hands. They are the ones who destroyed my friends. He realized, grating his teeth. "Yes, I live here." He said in strangled voice.
"You are in violation of Article 13 of the Separative Species Act; Owning a domicile large enough to house more than your immediate family in relative wealth. That is classified as a Wingly-only designation. You and all in this building are to be terminated." The Wingly female dove down, her sword out in front of her, and dug the blade deep into Syuveil's abdomen. "Humans should understand that they are inferior beings to us Winglies." The woman said into his ear, a cruel smile on her face.
She removed the blade, and cut him across the back, deep, blood gushing from the wound, completely covering his night robe. Syuveil looked up in shock and pain at the Winglies. "How could such a species be so disgusting?" He said, as unconsciousness slipped over his awareness, and the cold embrace of nothingness engulfed him.