Half the Flight

"What Comes Around, Goes Around"

Selvia's PoV

Her beautiful golden silk hair was laying on her tan rich skin. Her wings were the color of diamonds and the feathers that were connected to the main bone felt like clouds. Her body was was perfect and her brown eyes were the color of chocolate. Her lips were as lush as roses.

I was envious of her and my whole soul hated her. My own beauty could not compare to her royal complexion. My black hair that felt like needles would never be as soft as her hair. My wings that were the color of the sky, that depicted that I was of the lower class, could never be more strong that her glistening wings that reflected the twilight. My skin was the color of milk and looked extremely pasty. Her heart was filled with joy and glee, while my heart was an empty, cold, and black. It was as black as my hair, as black as the day when my parents died, and even more black than the most moonless, cloud covered night sky.

My eyes showed all my pain of being taken away from my family, but the irises of my eyes showed the origins of my family with them being a dark blue. I was just a servant, but one day, I would get my revenge. One day, the royal family would die and this angel that stood in front of me with a gleeful smile, would feel my pain. Someday, I will get the feeling of joy again, instead of this horrible life. Someday, I will end the young princesses life, because after all, what goes around, comes around.

Corim's PoV

Selvia stared off into space as she stood by the door of the balcony. Her wings hung by her sides and her black eyebrows were pinched together in deep thought. I never understood why she was always thinking. I looked at the beautiful city of Rethilia. The marble buildings glistened in the twilight. The white stone reflected the pinks and oranges that shone with brilliance of the architects.

The whole thirteen moon years I've lived, I have never seen such a brilliant city in the kingdom of Betholamia. The main castle in the center of Rethilia was made of quartz and reflected the colors of twilight even brighter than the marble buildings. My father and mother decided to move the capitol to Rethilia at the beginning of their reign, and they have lived in the royal palace ever since.

I was pure royal blood, with my wings being the largest of all the rankings. The larger the wings, the higher on the royal scale. My blond hair made it even more obvious, with that being the rarest of all types of hair in the culture, and is usually only a gene passed down with royal blood. A small breeze pressed against my skin and I stretched out my white, feathered wings. I released them to their full size, and each of them being at least five feet in length.

I wished to fly into the night sky, to press my fingers through the lush clouds. To breathe in the freshest air and let all of my stress be gone.

I could not, with the gown of pure cotton that stayed tight around my waist, it would ruin the dress. If I ruined the dress, my mother would surely kill me.

"When shall we leave to go to the banquet?" I asked Selvia.

She lifted her head from her slanted position and stretched out her arms and her baby blue wings at the same time, "Soon enough, Corim. We will head down to the banquet hall, when the sun falls down the horizon, and the moon rises from the east."

"Selvia...," I held the question in, not wanting to offend her in anyway, but decided to go on and ask it, "What is that mark on your wing?" I pointed at a scorch mark that covered most of her blue feathers on her right wing. Selvia tucked in her wings fast behind her back, and snarled at me.

"You do not need to know," I could tell Selvia's teeth were clenching, and she mumbled quickly something under her breath. I barely heard what she said, but I could make out a part of it. I shook it off as nothing to worry about, and looked back up at the soon to be night sky. The lavender dress that I wore, shortened at the front and went down past my knees in the back. My feet were bare, because I prefer to be barefoot and why would you need shoes when you could fly?

Selvia was wearing a scarlet gown that covered her bare feet down, and long sleeves addressed her skinny arms. A silver belt wrapped around her waist, and a knife hung to a strap with a golden hilt with the shape of a bird engraved on it. Most lower class had a weapon on them at all times, but the higher class did not carry a weapon. With the larger wings that mark the higher class, they were excellent flyers and could fly away if needed.

The thought of flying made me stretch out my wings, and I pressed down on the air. My feet went a couple inches off the ground, but slowly glided back down. How I wished just to fly. How I wished to just fly forever.

"It's time to go Corim," I looked at the horizon and I could see the last glimpse of the sunlight before it fell off the horizon. I walked towards the clear door and press forward, with Selvia right behind me.

My wings fluttered and my feet hovered right above the polished ground. I hovered down the corridor, with a gut feeling something just wasn't right, but I continued just to flutter.

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Author's Note

Thank you for reading this! It was a really short chapter, but I hope you enjoy it and feel appalled to read more of my story! 

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