The boy with the black feathers.

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Okay, so this is just the prologue, and I just want to know what you think of it. If I don't get like, 100 reads and 5 votes, I won't upload more, but I would upload it on my other account, not this one. (JessCanFlyy if you don't already know) Because that's my more serious account. (: <3


The words I love you mean a lot; especially when they are said by the one. But how do you know who the one is? They are the one who you are drawn to, no matter what they look like or what you’ve been through together. No matter what they are.

If you truly love someone, you would do anything not to hurt them, and wait for them. As long as it takes. You would stick by them, through thick and thin. If they are ugly, if they’re not, if they’re mean, or lovely; no matter what they look like, smell like, or even behave, love is the ability to stand by them, and support them, without feeling the need to change them. Care for them for who they are. That is love.

The Emeraids, the race of beauty. Or so they said. That’s not what the humans think.

They have huge black wings on their back, that span out wider than an albatross’. This is just one of the features that differentiates them from anyone else. They are just like a person, in their bone structure, in their language. But they have a significant natural tattoo just below their ear that also allows other species’ to identify them as an Emeraid.

That’s what makes them so special. That and the fact they each have a different power; or curse.

Although in this day and age, there is only one Emeraid left, only one member of the race that once ruled all over the world is still surviving. They didn’t die off naturally. Another species took over, took their lives, and took their land. The species of destruction, the species of killing, the humans.


So, you know the drill, tell me what you think and what not? I hope you enjoyed it. (:

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