This is the prologue for one of my stories Fire Feathers. I don't currently have it posted. I've been writing and rewriting this story for the past three years, and I think I might FINALLY be satisfied with the prologue. Anyways, here it is. I'm considering posting this story, but I have a ton of editing to do... on a lot of different stories...497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaOPf27WF8q
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The crisp night air blew over the outlines of oak trees in the valley below. The ocean whispered in the distance, the waters barely visible in the dark. The large moon hung in the night sky, still rising to its peak. A giant mountain range stood tall and dark, black against the cosmic display visible in the night sky. One mountain towered over the rest, the tip hooking like a claw.
The sky itself was a deep blue, sinking gently into the black waters below. Few clouds were visible, but the wind brought the smell of the sea and the promise of a winter storm. Stars hung in the sky amid the colorful streaks of galaxies staining it. A single comet cut through the darkness.
On one of the outlying mountains sat a man. As the breeze rattled the trees below, the sound of glass hitting glass filled the air. The wings mounted on his back reflected the light of the moon, the diamonds casting beams of light around him like a torch in a vast empty cavern. Despite the light the reflection of the moon brought, the details of his face could not be seen.
He closed his eyes and breathed in the smells the wind brought him, becoming aware of the impending storm. He decided to remain for a while longer to enjoy the clear night. An owl passed below, barely visible against the trees. He only became aware of its presence because of the call it gave.
“How did I miss this for so long?” He breathed, turning his gaze away from the owl disappearing into the trees below. Do you like it? A voice asked. A girl’s voice. There was no source to it, and it was impossible to tell her age. The man didn’t seem to think the disembodied voice was odd.
“It’s beautiful. Shouldn’t you be asleep though?” He replied. In his mind, he could imagine her beside him. Her laughter rang out. Another gust of wind blew past, almost sounding like her laugh. The sound of glass against glass filled the night again.
“What’s so amusing?” He asked, a slight smile on his face. You act like my father. She explained. “I’m not supposed to know about your family.” He replied, partly joking. You are not supposed to know a lot of things. She stated “I’m well aware.” He responded. After a moment of silence, he sighed and turned back to the cosmic display stretched across the night.
Your story begins soon. She said. “I’ve been in so many already. Whose is it this time?” He asked. He didn’t seem much bothered by her odd words. Yours. The man looked sharply over at her, though there really was nobody there. She just nodded to him.
The man stood and took a deep breath, standing and walking a few feet away. He ran his fingers through his white hair, illuminated through the light reflected off his wings. Her words seemed to carry a weight.
“When?” He asked, looking back at her. You’ll know when to reach her. She replied. He felt another mind touch his. A girl around 16. She was asleep somewhere to the Northeast. Several hundred miles maybe. Her name is Phoenix.
“I have to tell the others.” The man whispered, his shocked expression barely visible in the black. There’s more. A prophecy. She said as the girl’s mind slipped from his. He looked up at the stars
The wind became still, the echoes of it that should have resounded through the mountain range did not come. As if a beast was hunting them, the creatures of the night went quiet. Maybe they were listening. Even the ocean became still, not a sound was heard from the waves. The ocean became a mirror of the sky above. It was as if the whole world waited for her words.
Our kind divided, but unified unseen,
Oldest of a diamond never to be king,
Child of a servant, but still she be a queen,
Raised in darkness, but a princess unseen,
Shapeshifters loose half, and give in to corruption,
Half become one and make new old creations,
Child of old hidden away,
Powers soon arise to keep the enemies at bay,
Mi-fwa half tame, and never the same,
Tame and wild unite to make something strange,
Pet never taught, but learns it’s ways,
Protects the first and teaches the blade,
Wolf and dog ever separate,
Two break the code, and make something new to them,
One child remains unknown,
Spirits unite to defeat new foes,
Spirit of magic and creature of stone,
Come together to make things unknown,
Child of magic, and child of stone,
In the valley, an outcast of his own,
When our allies of old are corrupt and seek power, all five will come together. Our own will lead the rest across the horizon to places unknown. Blood will be shed. Those who follow the five to new land will be saved from the destruction. Look for the queen of fire, for the world will burn without her
As her voice quieted, the world seemed to resume as if nothing had happened. The man stayed quiet as he felt her consciousness leave his. He let the words sink in, her ominous tone echoing in his mind.
He walked over to where his weapon lay in the grass. It was a sword blade on either side of the hilt. He sheathed it over his back, and walked to where the hill began to decline.
He reached into the mindspace he had been in before. It wasn’t his own. There were five others within this place. He couldn’t sense what one of them was doing, but he woke the other four. Why did you wake us up? A man asked, his tone annoyed. This is important, Robin. The man replied. Couldn’t this wait till morning? A woman asked, her own annoyance audible. Wait, where even are you? Another man asked. She spoke to me. About our story. The man said.
There was silence in the mindspace. Her as in… A second woman trailed off. The man audibly sighed. Yes. He replied, exasperated. The four were silent. Well what did she say? Robin asked.
The man explained to them all that she had said. He explained her tone and the strange way the world had seemed to quiet for her words. They all knew this was important. The second woman wrote down the prophecy.
Come back. We’ll meet in the library. The first woman said, her tone softer now. And don’t get caught. The second man added. The man pulled from the collective mindspace and into his own, severing the connection.
He spread his wings, the moonlight reflecting off of the crystalline feathers and illuminating him. The turquoise of his wings was barely visible in the black. A gust of wind hit him, and he jumped, letting the wind carry him up.
Moving quickly through the sky, he soared up, an arrow of blue-green flame in a cavern of black. He wove through the mountains, then dove, pulling his wings in. The wind whistled in his ears as he plummeted.
The trees shook with the force of his wings snapping open, the rattle of the branches in odd symphony with the chiming of his wings. The thrill of flight brought a smile to his face.
The man paused as an odd sound reached him. The sound of large wings and yet stone scraping on stone. The man quickly dove between the trees and landed in rapid succession.
Beneath the trees, the moonlight didn’t reach his wings. He pressed against the trunk of a large oak, and drew his weapon. He reached out with his mind, and touched the consciousness of the person who flew above the trees. A soldier.
He silently asked the creator to keep his wings silent as the soldier flew above. The trees rattled from the force, but his wings made no sound. The soldier passed over, unsuspecting of the man hidden among the wood.
The man waited several minutes, his mind open to ensure his safety. After a time, he placed a hand on one of the trees, and used the network of plants that made up the forest to find a clearing. He closed his mind and pulled his hand from the rough oak.
The man traversed the woods quickly, the creatures of the night trumpeting the alarm of an unfamiliar presence interrupting their nightly concert. He paused only once as a bobcat stalked across his path. The feline stopped several feet ahead and the two gazed at each other for a moment. Then the bobcat leapt into a tree and disappeared into the black.
The man paused in the clearing, reaching out once more with his mind. The only beings within his path were the creatures of the night. He wasn’t within any patrol paths at the moment. He took off, shaking the branches, and startling the nearby insects.
The flight to the sea was uneventful, but the view the night allowed was enough to fill the void. The man flew low over the trees, then dove down as the land dropped off in steep cliffs. He let his hand run through the spray, then dipped his wingtips into the frigid waters as he turned.
He glided over the black waters silently, occasionally flapping his wings to keep from diving below. He didn’t turn as he neared the cliffs. The wall of earth came closer and closer, filling the man’s vision. He did not turn, and one would have thought he was a mad man had they watched. When he ran into the cliffs, he disappeared.
The night seemed none the wiser as it did not pause. The waves did not halt their dance to look. The wind did not whisper a question to the earth that had swallowed the man. The critters of the night did not bat an eye, or even pause to wonder where he had gone. Yet the man was gone. And the night moved on without him.
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