The last one

Introduction - The Beginning

Years before the fall

Snow was falling, the blur of flakes floating around me. Sunlight was just peeking over the horizon, slowly flooding the sky with orange. I could only see a shade of this though, simply because of the fact that there was a bag over my head. I was sitting on a bench of sorts, atop a wagon that seemed old and rusty; needless to say, the ride was not preferable. As uncomfortable and cold as I already was, my hands were bound, along with my ankles and wings.

The wagon stopped and I was shoved over the edge only to be pulled back onto my feet again.

Then came a voice, a voice I recognized.

"Sky, Your brother and I are here!" I heard my mom's voice shout from a ways ahead of me. My mom was here! She found me! My mind was overfilled with joy.

"Mother! Mother, what is happening?" I shouted back, breathing heavily. This time, instead of my mother's voice, a rough man answered.

"Oh, Sky is it now? Well, it's nothing personal, Sky." 

The same man, so it seemed, grabbed my shoulder and shuffled me to the left. An object that felt long, and edged was pressed against my neck. My heart started to pound. My eyes grew wide. I thought my heart was going to burst.

Mother shrieked.

Gulping, I remained still, as time seemed to stop.

"Since you're here, Angela, tell me how your daughter possessed these...wings," the man continued.

"I have already told you, I have no idea. She was born with it. She is not a threat, Howard, she is a gift...you would know," my mother said sternly.

I smiled, but was confused at the same time. At that same moment I was off the ground and back on the wagon's bench with the bag whipped off my head. I could see my only family staring in agony as I was pulled away from them farther and farther until the fog swallowed them whole.

Then the bag returned.

I didn't care, though. I just dropped my head and watched the vague view of the ground passing below me through the cracks in the frosted wood, thinking of that last moment.

And in that moment, the moment of remembering my brother's face just minutes ago, a deep rumble came off from the distance.