Clear Wings...

Hello! Ash here, and I’m back with another blog post! I’ve decided to make a short story series and hope you will all learn something from this.










“HA! You’ll never catch me Angel!” My sister shouted happily. I flapped harder and harder, pushing my wings to the limit, but I don’t get faster. The morning air was freezing and I knew I would faint at this rate. I simply don’t get faster. Not in the air at least. Slowing down, Blaze turned to me with a sparkle in her eye. She won again. And she knew it.


“Blaze… you win.” I managed to puff out as we landed. Dubbing over once I hit the ground, I gasped for air, feeling like there was a horse sitting on me. Her blood red eyes made her seem angrier than ever, and to add to the effect, she was ringing her hands together.


“You’re too slow Angel. You don’t even have a color.” She stamped her foot and flapped away, her red hair flying in the wind. I looked down at my wings. My wings are clear. Blaze’s are bright red.


Why did I get the clear wings? It’s not like anyone else ever got them. Standing up, I flexed my fingers. There was one thing I could do well. I set off into a run, pacing myself with the wind, feeling the crisp air sing into my ear, whispering of lands far away, where I would be ‘normal.’ I could run for ever if I had to, it was simply wonderful, a beautiful sensation ever to be felt by anyone in this world. But… I was alone.


I approached the house, I heard my siblings fighting again. they were fighting over who’s element was better. A pointless battle never to be won. Pointless in the war of time.


“Fire is obviously faster.” Blaze stated towering over her siblings. I could see her figure as I walked to the old wooden cottage.


“But I could destroy you, stronger than fire could ever be!” Blue shouted, his aqua wings flourishing powerfully out before them, covering the window entirely.


Stepping to the door I grasped the cold metal handle. Could I face any more of this? I walked in.


“You all seem to forget me…” Leaf sighed. She began to sing a melody, and I watched, as I had many times, green grass seeped through the floorboards, covering the table and wrapping around her sibling’s feet.


“Stop.” A voice rang out. It was our father. His black wings were tucked neatly behind him and he was dressed in a suit. “If all you do is argue, all of your elements will fail. You will fail.” Leaf’s grass fell away, shattering into a million green specks. She looked down and fidgeted. Blue and Blaze were glaring at him, but Father hardly seemed to notice.


As Father walked to the door, Blue scoffed at him. “The old fart.” He muttered. I moved sideways, letting Father leave. The door shut and I knew they would start up again.


“So Angel. How hard did Blaze beat you this time?” Leaf’s soft, cruel, voice fluted to my ears. They were daggers.


“Only a 100 metres.” I muttered. The room filled with cackling, and I ran upstairs, into the living room, away from them.


“What a useless human.” Blaze scoffed, knowing full well I could hear her still.


“Angel.” My mother called from the sofa. “Angel, don’t listen to them. You were born of this world to teach a lesson, to show others that a hero-“But I cut her off my eyes filled with tears,


“Do you know how much it hurts? Like I’m dying over and over every day, I don’t fit in anywhere, no one likes me, and I’m a freak! Mom, I’m not a hero.” I collapsed onto the sofa besides her, crying my eyes out.


“You are a hero.” She told me.


I’m not a hero. I thought.


“You’re just not ready yet.” My mother finished.


“I love you” I whispered.


“As I do to you.” She replied, her voice wavering.  






That night, I awoke to the smell of smoke. Leaping out of bed, I ran, with Godspeed, to each of my sibling’s bedrooms. All were deserted but Leaf’s.


The flames prowled around her, easily catching her vulnerable green feathers on fire. She was curled on the wooden floorboards, cowering against the bed, away from the monsters that were hoping to eat her up.


“LEAF!” I screamed, seeing her start to be enveloped by the flames. Flying forward with all my might, I smashed into the window, the glass shattering. Puling her up, I threw her out the window into the night. Our house was settled on a mountain, so it was a long way down, but I knew she could fly it.


Burning is the worst way to die. You can feel the pain hopelessness and rage for such a long time. You burn for what seems like forever, you’re eaten up slowly by fire. All starts to be gone, the flames are the only thing that matters, and red. All the red. The red was beautiful, though. It had these pretty oranges and greens and blues… Leaf….Blaze…Blue…Mother, father…


“I love you.”