How do you fall when your already grounded?

Chapter 1

Hey guys! So this is the long awaited rewrite! So yeah, it's gonna be different to the OG one but much better! Much less.. whatever the OG was. (Art isn't mine, don't know artist tho. Sorry!! And no this isn't cannon look I'm still in the process of drawing the refrance but this is the basics so far so yeah expect it to change. 

It was around the seventh day of fighting the invading humans, was when we almost gave up. It was impressive to say the least how we managed to to fight the 30 humans for this amount of times, givin my previous injury from the last battle where we lost Jevin. See it was... only two of us.

Two of us.

The Avians used to be a Flurishing race, hundreds and thousands of us, but now we were down to two. The reason we were down to two was because of the same group of humans we were fighting right now. The Group known as AVIARIUS venatores, or in English, Avian Hunters. It seemed they weren't that creative when it came to names. This group was from the Mind kingdom, run by a man named King Thomas. (Sorry Thomas!!!) the king has two sons, Prince Roman and Remus. The kingdom of humans hated us from a stupid thing that wasn't even our fault. See a while ago the Humans, Avians, Nekos, Reptilian people and wizards all had a meeting. At the night time, when us Avians are most active the Queen was murdered by an assassin, (we never figured out the race) and left a feather, my father and mother's feather to be exact. 

So of course the blame was placed upon them, the wrong people of course. And they immediately tried to kill my parents. So they fled back to the sky kingdom and announced what happened, that they had been framed for murder. I was two at the time, the twins from the mind kingdom were four. I don't remember much but this is what the village told me, that the Mind kingdoms attacked shortly after. And kept attacking for years, still up to now, where everyone is dead, except me... and my best friend. 

My name is Atlas, I'm 18 years old, and my best friend is named Virgil, He's  19 years old. To give a rough description of myself, I'm on the shorter and skinnier side, my skin pale and my hair dark brown. My eyes are purple, my right eye having a yellow center. It's called Sectoral heterochromia. I'm nothing special, my wings black with purple feathers, gold bits here and there as a showing off my power, lightning. 

My best friend Virgil has slightly darker skin then mine, still pale as all hell though. His eyes are Piercing blue, only slightly darkened from the weeks of fighting. His magic is less of a powerful one, he can summon clouds, it's cool to use but hard to use in battle unless he's trying to run. His wings are light purple with black feathers. He's been my best friend for a long while. 

Back to the present, we were at a down time, Virgil was hovering over the cut on my wing, delicately touching it once in a while to try to wrap it, but stoping due to my protests. "I'm just trying to help you Atlas." He sighs.

"I...I know... it... it just hurts..." I say sucking in my breath as he gently touches my wing again. He starts wrapping it, at this point ignoring my cry's of pain. He usually was more shy of aproching things, like me but honestly today we just needed to Finnish wrapping our injury's and get our weapons prepared for tomorrow, what we thought was the final battle, all of us were all tierd of Fighting, we see it every day as every move becomes more sluggish on both sides. Our magic is getting super weak. We all seemed to agree on a break day, last fight, they asked just to have a day, to recoup, we had a silent agreement to have a day to tend to our wounded. They had a lot more to do obviously, and.. they had to bury two of their people. Curtsy of my lightning. I mean it was a major mistake, after they died they had no time to grab them... until, now. It was around two days ago when they gave me my wing injury, and two days ago when I killed those men. 

Do I regret it? Of course. I'm not heartless, but again I'm not that emotional when it comes to others then Virgil. We just understand each other, we both lost our parents around the same time, and were really never understood as children. His family was the royal guards, my family the royals. We were basically the heirs to this, but we never wanted our designated roles, I mean it was tough. We've both seen our parents after days at work. His parents exhausted to the point where he took care of the family. My parents at the point where they constantly destroy things, and manage to lose control of magic and... tend to acsadently hit my with it. We both understand how hard it was for them, and hated the fact we had to eventually fill those roles. We always had a plan to run or change around the rules. And make everything less stressful for everyone. Anything to not become them.