Behind Broken Wings
Overture
"Why... why would you want that?!" His anger infiltrated her mind, crossing and turning through her body until it finally reached her face. Fear. She sprung backwards, quickly brushing hair away from her face so she could see for any attacks. Though really, she didn't want to see him - at all. Grimacing, the auburn haired girl leaned closer to the edge; her back and her wings facing the clouds below.
The Sanctuary. She ran over the name in her head, deciding that the name didn't fit and probably never would.
She reclined backwards slightly, feeling small drafts of wind brushing her skin. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the dread within her but it was no use, it just kept rising. The silver haired man in front of her – the man she once trusted with her life – looked as though he would swipe at any moment. It was then that she wished that her kind were immortal, never to wither and die. Though she could die, and it might happen much sooner then expected. She frowned, figuring that if she was going to disappear... she'd rather do it down there.
"Well?!" He roared again, now bearing a weapon. She lifted her head back up, sighing in disapproval. She caught sight of his blade and silently gasped, her light cerulean eyes scanned it carefully before making contact with his face and looking away.
She murmured, "Because suffocation is something no-one can do forever," and smiled hopefully, feeling proud of her decision. No matter what the cost.
Her once trusted friend burned his eyes at her, tightening his grip on the Keyblade helm. "Then maybe you should just go to sleep-" He cut himself off and charged forwards, a look of insanity stripped across his being. It all happened so fast that he couldn't even react himself. His blade sliced through her soft skin, tearing through the pure lux feathers which were her only protection.
Within moments, she was gone and he just stared after her, dropping his weapon to the floor as it shattered into small pieces of light. His mind ran numb. No...
Dark crimson tangled with the light red of her hair. Blood, She thought, no longer smiling. The air began to whip around her as she ever so gradually fell from the sky above.
