Meanwhile, back in heaven, the next day was drawing to a close. A celebration had just taken place, and the guests were preparing to leave. Unbeknownst to the rest of the world, a little girl was helping to prepare her home to have her birthday party the next day. That next day, the small house was seemingly buzzing with playing children and laughter. Just as that day was starting to set, a loud bloodcurdling scream emitted from the house below. No one leaving the castle heard a thing. All that could be seen left were children and parents leaving the home, saddened looks on their faces.
I felt an unknown feeling flow through me and I swore I heard the faint sound of a child screaming. Questioning what I heard and felt, I grabbed my cloak off the hook by the study door and flew through the window towards the source of the sound.
When I woke up the next morning after my seventh birthday, my mom looked at me funny when I came around the corner out of my room. When I asked what was wrong, she asked me if I was okay. I told her I was fine. This was going to be a long day. When I got to school, everyone looked at me funny and started whispering. Even the teacher looked concerned when I walked into the classroom. When I went to go play during recess, the teacher made me stay behind. After all the kids left the room, she asked me where my wings were. I told her they were on my back, but she showed me otherwise. I felt tears sting behind my eyes, as I tried to refrain from crying. Not wanting to be there anymore, I convinced my teacher to let me go home early. She let me go, but told me she'd call my mom about it. Not caring anymore, I grabbed my bag and ran out of the school towards my house. As soon as I got there, I noticed my mom wasn't home, so I sulked my way to my room where I proceeded to cry into my pillow. I cried for a few minutes before I felt someone's hand stroke my hair. Wiping my eyes, I look up to see a stranger who looks almost exactly like me but older.
I sat in the home of a little girl, who I presumed was the source of the unknown feeling and scream, waiting for her to get home. To my luck, she came home early. I camouflaged myself against the ceiling in her room as she walked in, tear stains of her cheeks. I watched as she started to sob into her pillow, and I quickly figured out the reason why: her wings were gone. To be more precise, possibly cut off. Feeling sorry for the seven year old, I floated down and began stroking her hair. I felt her move underneath my hand, and moved back as she sat up. I was slightly surprised to see she stopped crying so quickly, but what truly surprised me was her face. It looked exactly like mine, yet younger; and it looks like she has the same thought.
Then she let out a shrill scream.
Cringing, I managed to calm her down. "Shh, shh, calm down. Hey, hey, hey, I'm a friend. It's ok. It's ok." I looked her dead in the eye, while I tried to convince her I was not there to hurt her. Apparently it worked, but it was probably because I looked and sounded like her. Carefully moving closer, I reached out and wiped her tears. "I heard about what happened and I'm sorry. But I'm here to help you." Holding my arms out, I waited to see what she did. She eventually crawled into my arms and continued sobbing. After she calmed down the second time, she asked why I was here. "Like I said, I'm here to help. Let me explain."
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Seven Lives: the beginningFantasy
Everyone knows who created the heavens and the earth and everything in it. Everyone knows who showed Satan where he belonged. Everyone knows who watches over them and protects them. What if i told you that was all a lie? Makenna Culpher, the only an...