Morning hadn't come just yet, the sun was barely rising up to spread its illuminating rays of light. The scent of the morning dew could be smelt all over the grounds, you stood there dressed in your nightgown, only 13 on one of the balconies as you just looked ahead waiting for the sun to come up. Your glazed bright scarlet eyes look out as if looking into a empty abyss. Your hair slowly blew in the gentle breeze, it didn't bother you at all. Everything was so quiet in the morning besides the sounds of the rustling of the leaves that moved, looking at the rising sun. While the sky was still night, very little light came through. It was always strange to you, how it both night and day.
It always seem like the sun was struck in the middle deciding whether or not to come up and bring light to the world. So confusing, you mind had so many question, not of the sun's choice but of you. You wondered greatly. In the mornings you would get up early to just think, and think. It wasn't on what you read, no. Yourself, it was always on yourself. As the sun rose, birds would wake up and fly about, you could easily join them. But what it was that got to you was their freedom. You had it as well, but not as much as they did. But that was never it, it was something else. You where sure that others went through it, you caretaker, your father in a sense told you everyone went through it.
What where you? Why where you different than others, why was it you where born this way? Who or what did you belong too? These questions always came to mind. Who made you? Did you have a mother? Did you have a father? Though you where grateful for living in a place such as this and not on the streets, and very thankful not to leave how you had before coming here, still you wondered.
It caused you a sense of pain, but you did your best to hide it. Deep in thought you where not aware of someone coming behind you. Until you felt their hand on your shoulder. You jerk a bit, startled turning around and find your "father" standing there he smiles at you tenderly. His soft brown eyes gleam at you. Making you smile, but it faded. He knew you had so many questions about your existence. Something he could not ever really explain to you.
He brings you into a hug, though he had an elderly frame, it was still tight and warm. Hugging him back as well, you inhaled his scent. He always smelt like mixture between books and chocolate. Never sure how that was possible, but you like it. It was so soothing. He places a hand on the top of your head, as he pats you gently.
"...Papa..."you hug him tighter, as you smile on him. He couldn't help but smile back at you, bring your head up to look at him and release your grip upon him."Good morning."
"Good morning, Alena."his voice was so old and soft. It always made you smile whenever you heard it. He smiles at you. Then looks up, you turn around and look back at the sun, it had lite up the sky more. Morning was coming, which couldn't make you happier.
"..."your mind went back into it's deep thought. The birds started to wake up as they sing their morning song, a few come over to you. You hold out a finger as one lands on it, softly you smile at it. It was a little sparrow, moving here and there bouncing on your finger. As it tweeted to you, which you hummed back to it. With one more tweet it flies off in a hurry."Have a wonderful day little ones."you wave bye to it.
Your father looks at the two birds as well, then back at you. Your eyes never seem to have left the two birds even they where out of sight. Next thing your wings open up and he knew you would follow them. As they start to flap, and push you off the ground, such a daring young girl you where. Though one would prefer to call you wild, but that was far from the truth. It was just how you where, looking as you took into the sky. He had to admit he did envy you for your wonderful blessing. Being able to fly, most would love that, besides that gift it was other blessings you had.
Being able to see past what was infront of you, and understand what others would prefer to be left alone. And your gift that he felt should be protected no matter what. Having seeing you do it a few times before. Surely he was able to put two and two together, your personality had to relate to such a gift or power. Never was there a name for it, but it made you shine like light itself.
No longer where you in his sight of vision, you had flown off to who knows where, but he knew you would be back for breakfast, always back on time never had you been late.
Over with you, you flew across the countryside, nothing was new in your eyes. But you still manged to find something. Dropping down, you land among the trees. Just to give your wings a bit of a break, they folded against you, as you walked barefooted in delight. All the sorrows you felt went away. Giggling to yourself as you kicked up the changing color of leaves. Walking through, using your wings to push you up just to stand upon the branches of the trees. So unruly many would say, but it did not matter. Hoping from branch to the other, you look up at the piercing light through the leaves of the trees. Humming to yourself a tune you had come to some how remember in some strange way. It was a pleasant melody, it made you feel much better. Never did you find or figure out the words. That was alright. As you jump to the next branch only to stop in fright, hearing voices of others.
Dang. Staying still, you knew you could not be seen, it was rule. But your curiosity took over, moving closer to the voice, coming to find family. The children where playing a game, while the parents where tending to their food. You just watch in awe as you see this. It was such a lovely sight. Sitting down, hidden you where sure, you just watch them.
Your wing twitches, just a bit. A slight sharp pain went through, causing you to awaken. Your vision was blurry, everything seem hazy. The same wing moves again, sending another sharp pain through you, you slightly wheal out in pain just bit. But this was nothing really. Your back stiff and heavy, your whole body felt heavy as if you had not moved in months it seemed. Trying to think about what happen last, only to see and remember the wound some whip crackling hitting you. Making you jerk as if it was still doing. Which caused you pain from your back.
"...Mmmmm..."you rest your hand on your back, when you felt something soft over it. That wasn't there before, you where sure of it, this started to become a bit alarming to you. Mustering up the strength you had, you force yourself to move and get up, it seem to take awhile. But you did it. Using your arms to support you, as you sat up sideways. Still feeling weak. Trying your best to keep your pain noises at bay.
Feeling again on your back, the softness. So your back became injured during the last time. Your hand trailed to your wings that seem to be throbbing the most. Feeling them, you felt something out of place. Broken, they where broken. Or maybe sprained, you couldn't really tell. Trying to move them only caused you pain.
Your vision still blurry, but you could tell you where in a dark room. Or in some sense of dark. Feeling around, you felt a blanket was over you, and a pillow it seemed. Someone was helping you, they where tending to you, since you had been out. But how long have you been? Days? Months? Years? Which you hoped not years.
Feeling around, it felt like wood or something close to it. The scent was not the chateau, this was not your home. But then again, you never got a chance to go back to it after what happen. Your head drops in sadness just thinking about it, thinking about everyone there at your home.
Again you feel around for something you could use to help you stand up more, you needed to go, you needed to move, you couldn't stay here. As you feel around, your hand hits something, which falls over and hits you in the head, then onto the floor. Rubbing your head, you feel for the item, and find it. It felt wooden pole, standing it up straight, pushing yourself up. Blocking out the pain, throwing off the cover. You stand. Using your newly found walking stick as well your feet to help guide you.
Stumbling a few times, it didn't matter. Though you wished to thank the one who had been helping you, you could not. Reaching out your hand to feel, you find the door. Moving your hand down onto the doorknob, or something. Pushing it open, only for it to not move. You didn't have time, using your shoulder and again blocking out the pain, you break it down. Only to fall down yourself, hitting the ground sent a huge amount of pain through you. Causing you scream in pain, which scared the birds as they flew away.
Not able to move at all, even if you tired. So you just laid there. Until the sound of running footsteps came, along with a gasp. Whoever it was quickly goes to your aid, they say something to you, but you could barely make it out. Next thing you felt someone pick you up, as they took you back inside. You were not sure if this was your savior or not. But whoever it was, started to tend to you. Still low on energy, you mumble a thank you to them along with something else, as you started to drift off, into nothingness. Calling for your papa.