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Song: Bad For Buisness again. :)
(A/N: So, I'm continuing this because you peeps asked, and I really do listen to your requests. Just sayin'. I've seen so many writers who ignore you guys, so I strive to NOT be one of them. And thanks to the readin' person who pointed out to very OBLIVIOUS me that I'm nearing my 90th chapter! Wow...)
Iggy
"I...he's...but...Fang?" I said. I didn't know that Fang had any siblings, let alone one like us. I put my mental guards up.
"What's he look like?" I asked cautiously. Willow choked on her words.
"You...don't believe me?"
"Tell me, then. I can't just tell you right away, I'm sorry..." I trailed off.
"Deep black eyes, like the cloudless night sky on a new moon. Dark hair like Elle's."
she said. I smiled. She really did know him. But I quickly sobered.
"I don't know where he is, now. But I've known him for a long while, ever since we escaped from the School."
Little Elle started trembling like she was about to cry. Willow leaned near her daughter and gently pried her from me. Elle's sniffles quieted.
"It's okay, Elle. He doesn't want to take us there." Willow said, rocking Elle back and forth in her lap. Willow sighed.
"Talon would have taken care of us." she finished shakily. I cocked my head.
"Who's Talon?"
"Elle's dad. He was killed by this...this terrible thing who claimed to be from some place called One Light."
My interest was sparked. I knew this story all too well. I clenched my fists. The One Light was now tearing people apart. Elle would probably never know her father, cruelly killed before she was born by the OL.
"Come on, I think I know where Fang and the others would be. Can Elle fly?" I asked, peering into the sky. The rain stopped. Willow shook her head.
"I can carry her, then. Let me hold her." I said, taking the light-boned girl from her mother's arms. Elle had to be no more than sixteen or seventeen, with Elle, too. Such a sad way to live, without the one you love...
We flew up into the air. I could roughly make out where Willow was flying. She dove, followed by a quick spiral upward. I knitted my brows. We couldn't do that. She must have seen my bewildered expression, because she touched my arm.
"I'm mixed with...with a Sparrow. My real name is Sparrow, Willow is the name of my mother. Fang's mother. And Elle," she said, pausing. "Is like her father. Her name is really Raven, but I gave us these names to keep us safe. Going around with names like Willow and Elle makes it...less apparent." Her last words were strained. I nodded knowingly. Raven's little breaths had become slower. She was asleep in my arms. I smiled, and Sparrow made a surprised sound.
"Can...can you see?" she sounded afraid as she asked it. A lone tear snaked down my cheek.
"No."
"Oh."
We swept through the air silently the rest of the flight, basking in the haunted thoughts that crept up into our minds as we each wondered about each other. The dawn was breaking, serpentine streaks of pale pink and orange painting the sky. I cradled Raven closer to me, her warm body softening my selfish pity. She was so innocent. I felt her wings. They were unbearably soft and jet black, like Fang's. As we landed on a rocky ledge that dropped into a cliff, Sparrow sat down. I sat down beside her, Raven still asleep on my lap.
"What was Talon like?" I asked. I tried to withdraw my questions as it left my mouth.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"
"It's okay. He looked like Fang, and it reminded me of Fang: my twin lost to me so much. He was willing to protect me, and I fell in with him. It wasn't like falling, being in love with him. It was more like growing happier, protected, and more loved than the day before. Then he found out about Raven. He was happy, but knew that our lives would be changed forever. Then…..it happened. I-I can't talk about that part. All I know now is that my life isn't lived to the fullest, without him. All I have of him now is Raven."
She sighed at the end of her history, studying the sunrise blankly.
"And sometimes, it's like he's here."