Finding You

Chapter ~~11

            “I love her like the waves love the moon.”

            “Then you should be with her.”

            “Navia does not want me. Do you not get that? I want to be with her but” I stopped before I said something I was not allowed to tell.

            “What if I help you?”

            “How would you help me?”

            “I’m not sure but-”

            “No. I want Navia, and I will win her affection with honor.” Sara left me to my thoughts. Could Navia love me? Could it be true?

            The next day the snow began to fall and the cold wind ripped through the air. For the next couple days it did nothing but snow until the ground was covered with a coat of white snow. It looked beautiful from inside, but outside it was freezing. The Myxs trudged to their classes but otherwise mostly stayed indoors. (Myxs do not feel the full extent of the cold but they still feel it.) Two weeks passed by and snow was everywhere. Winter was truly here.

            On Friday morning I decided to fly some laps around the ceiling of the combat arena. I stood in the middle of the room and called forth my wings. (Demons get wings once they turn a certain age. When we need to use them we call them and they grow from our backs.) I felt them pierce through the skin on my back and excitement rose in me. Once they were fully out I spread them, letting every feather feel the cool air. I flapped my wings and slowly began to rise from the ground. I took off and flew around the ceiling.

            I love the feeling of the wind blowing. I feel so free. Flying always calms me. I had done twenty laps around the ceiling when I smelt someone. I looked over to the door to see Navia standing there. I slowed down and landed a few yards from where she stood. Her eyes were excited and curious.

            “Hello Lucas.” Her voice was a little shaky.

            “Hello Navia. From the look you are giving me I take it that you have never seen Demon wings before.”

            Navia shook her head. “I didn’t even know Demons had wings.” She was staring intensely at them.

            “Would you like to touch them?” I asked.

            (Demons usually never let anyone touch their wings. Our wings are very sensitive. While in battle a Demon’s demise can come from their wings. If an opponent can truly pierce a Demon’s wing it stops the Demon for a few moments. In those vital moments the Demon’s opponent has plenty enough time to kill.)

            “Can I?” she sounded very happy. I nodded my head. I moved my right wing forward. She came over to me and carefully she put out her hand and placed it on my wing. “It’s so soft” she said in amazement. I smiled at her.

            Slowly she ran her hand down my wing. For a while that was all she did. She did not say or do anything, but stroke my wing. I watched her curiously. The smile on her lips only got bigger and bigger.

            After sometime she stopped and I called my wings back in. Bringing out my wings is a wonderful feeling but pulling them back in is the opposite and a very painful one. This time pulling them in felt more painful than any other times before. It was so painful that I fell to my knees.

            “Lucas” she cried as she tried to catch me. She kneelt next to me looking concerned.

            “I am fine. That has never hurt that much before.”