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emotionalfister-writing · 6 years

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Fterotós

Chapter 1

I knew I wasn’t supposed to be in the shed but my curiosity had gotten the best of me. I walked up to the rotting wood doors and wrenched them open. Instantly I was hit in the face by a cloud of dust. I let out a loud cough and swiped at the air. I took a look in and gasped, it was beautiful.

Natural light streamed through the stained windows, illuminating the glass bottles on the neatly organized shelves. Slowly I walked in. Everything was in perfect condition, just dusty. It made sense, no one had been in the workshed since dad died.

My dad used to be a woodworker, until he was involved in a shop fire at his work. I was three years old. I don’t remember much about him, so I live with him through stories.

My mother used to tell these hilarious stories about his work and life. One time he had spent all night on a little carving he wanted to give to my mom on her anniversary. She begged him to get to bed but he wouldn’t tell her why he was staying up. She eventually snuck into the workshop and got a glimpse at the most amazing present she had ever seen, a carving of him and her at their wedding.

Now it sits on a shelf above my mothers bed, and I can totally agree, its beautiful.

I stand here in his workshed and I see how beautiful this place is. I walked in a circle, examining the mason jars full of tools and the decorations in the room. Slowly I sat on his bench, and I felt a wave of grief. I stood up and dusted off the bench.

“I miss you dad...”

I turned to look at some of his carvings. One caught my eye, it was a crow perched on a wolf’s back. The crows wings were very detailed and the wolf was beautifully shaped. I picked it up and spun it around. It was about the size of my palm.

“Fterotós! Dinner!” My mom called from the open kitchen window.

Quickly I pocketed the little carving and yelled “Coming mom!”.

I shut the shed door and jogged back to the house.

Me and my mother lived in a small, blue, one-story house. Our backyard was large and my mother had a bountiful vegetable garden. I liked picking tomatoes and snacking on them during the day.

We lived in a small town called Cedar with a elementary and high school, but I had been homeschooled since I was four.

I walked in the door and sat the table.

“Hey, wash up.”

“Oh yeah!” I got up and washed my hands at the sink. We were having my favorite, Chicken and Cheese Pasta; a family recipe.

She was at the stove, flipping chicken onto plates. My mother was the sweetest person I knew. She had very black hair and bright green eyes, just like me; except my hair was short and really curly.

I piled my food onto a plate and sat down. It smelled absolutely delicious.

“So bud, how you ready for school?” My mom asked me.

“Im a little nervous but excited...”

“Being nervous just means you care, its a good thing. Im sure you’ll do great.”

“I just... no one but you has ever seen...”

“I know.”

Now I want you to think about something, imagine you have giant birds wings. They might be fluffy or slick, long or short, light or dark, just imagine. Now imagine never knowing anyone else with these wings, except for the rare exception of less than 0.01 of the population. /Now/ imagine having to lug those things around everywhere you go, not being able to hide these giant, heavy backpacks of feathers.

Yeah, well thats me; and don’t even get me started on baths.

See, I was born with wings. It’s a very rare, recessive trait that only less than 0.01 percent of the population of the world have.

My wings allow me to fly at least, because my wings are jet black crows wings. Other people, like Jeane Collins or Marcus Lane have different wings. Jeane Collins was the first person to ever have hummingbird wings, and they are beautiful. Marcus Lane has giant eagle wings and he can do amazing flying.

But I don’t think wings are terrible. I can literally go anywhere, just at the cost of my breath.

Plus, I had to teach myself to use these things. Just guess how many times I fell out of trees and into lakes... too many.

This is why I was homeschooled. My mom wanted me to go to a public school but I refused, I didn’t want to be known because of my wings unlike other celebrities. The only times I went flying was when I was in the woods or it was nighttime.

Tomorrow I’m starting high school, and I’m fearing for my life.

Im pretty quiet and shy, and these wings are gonna draw ALL the attention to me... great.

We’ve talked to the principal and all the teachers and they’ve made accommodations for me, now I feel like a bother.

I decided I needed to go for a fly to relieve the stress.

I quickly ate my food and washed my plate.

“Hey mom, I’m gonna go out, ok?”

“Thats fine, be back by eight. You’re gonna need a shower and a goodnight sleep.”

“Sure thing!” I said, walking out the door.

I walked across the yard and bent knees. I spread my wings and... flew.

I flew over trees and creeks. I rose up to the clouds and let go, plummeting towards the earth. I released my wings just in time to glide over the river and to the farm fields.

I slowed down and landed in a wheat field in the center of a large clearing. I spotted a nearby barn and flapped my wings so I could get on top.

I placed my feet down onto the tin, which made a soft “ting” sound, alerting the birds on the gablets. Although they were surprised they didn’t fly.

Birds weren’t really bothered by me unless I bothered them, so I’d just ignore them and be on my way.

I sat down and look towards the west. The sun was setting over the trees. The field glowed with its light.

I relaxed onto the roof. That’s when I noticed something... large moving at the edge of the clearing.

I sat up and tried to make out the figure. It wasn’t human, it looked more like a bear... no a dog. A wolf! It was a wolf? Whats a wolf doing in Cedar?

I stared closer and it looked at me. I jumped up and began to panic. Was it going to hurt me?!

It looked at me with its eyes... its bright, amber eyes. Than it turned and bounded back into the woods.

I stood there, on the roof of this barn, frozen for what felt like forever. I still couldn’t comprehend what I had just saw.

I turned towards the town and took off, flying back home.

[Authors Note: This is my favorite peice, and it’s only chapter one. Hope you enjoyed! Questions and Comments welcome!]

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toxxicsky · 6 years

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Alas Al Cielo (part 3)

It’s hard to pull out what I’m thinking and pull it out perfectly. there is no torture this round. but discussion of discrimination in culture. just a warning each chapter is going to be around 1000 words. and I’m really trying to stick to my goal. hope you enjoy this wild ride.

Allura turned around to see the other paladins. Keith was being held down by Pidge who was crying on Keith’s shoulder as he sat there frozen in Pidge's arms almost like Life was stripped completely out of him. She looked over next to Shiro, and Coran who looked down and hopeless, she then looked around to see Hunk standing off in the corner looking angrier that she had ever seen him.

“It’s alright Hunk? I know things seemed dim. But we will get Lance back. We need to work together to get him back.” She then heard him scoff and looked at in confusion, but wanting to change the subject to figure out things. “By the way, if Lance has wings they looked rather sad. But do the rest of you have them?” she asked but heard a loud thump like a wall being hit. And Hunk moved away heading to the door.

“Like hell we do. Or at least I don’t I guess I don’t know my best friend as much as I thought. I’m going to cook.” and with that Hunk was out the door. Allura just stood there dumbfounded.

“I guess I’ll explain some. Just to put this out here no one else is a Fterotós daímonas right.” Shiro started to speak and looked around.

“Just Ftero.” Pidged snapped wiping her eyes that had tears. Then finally sighed “And no I’m not… Keith” She shook the man in her arms and he just shook his head. A small “no.” could be heard from his lips. As he sat there taking in Pidge’s warmth.

“Sorry, Ftero. I forget that the other is kinda dehumanizing, but now that, that’s out of the way.” He turned to Allura and Coran, “Princess, on earth. Humans don’t have wings typically, and I can only explain so much because not much is known about them.You see whenever one pops up the government takes them immediately. For what I know id they test on them. Trying to figure out if how they are created, because anyone can have them. but really are probably tested to become weapons like nothing more than a trained animal. Everyone else sees them as demons. Cursed humans sent from the devil, or anything that earth worships. That’s mostly because the only time we ever see them is attacking someone.” Shiro was trying to do his best to explain all about the history of them, but he hated he knew so little about it. even though he understood why Lance did it, he still felt bad that Lance didn't trust them enough to tell them what was going on. He then looked over to Keith and Pidge who had now separated away from each other. Keith now stood away from the group leaning on the wall listening to them. While Pidge had walked to him watching him close. "You have more to add?”

She just nodded. “You got most of it. And your suspicions were right. They are being used as Military weapons. That's why the only time you see them is fighting. And there is more out there than we think. Lance is proof. He has been alive for 17 years and no one ever knew. I didn’t even know, and I have been working with Ftero’s my whole life. and Shiro,” She said sternly looking up at him with fire and leftover tears in her eyes. “Lance is not evil. And if you or anyone else say so I will go down there myself and get him. He is just as much Human as the rest of us, and...”

“Woah, hey, calm down Pidge we are going to help him. And get him out of here. Don’t worry.” He looked over at the figure in the corner. “Right Keith?”

“You’re damn right. It’s not Lance’s fault he is stuck with all this Shit.” the red paladin pushed off the wall and walked over to the group ready to do anything to help to get him out.

Allura still felt almost just as lost as before, as she tried to understand what they meant. She just couldn’t seem to fathom people discriminating others just because of who they were. Especially with them being the same species. “So Lance is still human. And because people have been treating his kind very poorly. He had to hide it from everyone, right? Is that why are wings looked so sad and mangled because his wings didn’t look freshly mangled. They looked dull. And small. I’m pretty sure they were cut at the ends, and not maintained at all. Is that normal?” She asked looked around at them and took the sigh. “I guess we will figure it out. We just know we need to get him back to us as fast as we can. Can someone people get Hunk. we need to plan now.”

“I’ll go talk to him. You guys start without us.” Shiro said as he headed towards the door. leaving the planning to the others hoping they would get things done. Leading through the hallway and towards the kitchen. When he made it to the Kitchen He looked around to see bowls of food piled around and Hunk leaning over the sink seemed to be crying.

“Hunk is everything okay? What’s wrong. I know You’re worried about Lance, but we all need to work together to get him out.” Shiro spoke softly. He placed his hand on his shoulder

“Shiro, you don’t understand. I didn’t know my best friend was one of them!” Hunk yelled while with such bitterness as he turned around to face him. “I can’t face him… They are… nothing but monsters… and in my mind I know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. Hell, we shared dorm rooms together. So he had all the chances to do something. But, knowing he is one of those things… I just can’t see him the same. I’m sorry Shiro, I will help you save him. But I will not go in there and see him. I’m sorry. I’m not proud of it. Just something in the past happened… and seeing him kinda brings it back.” He gave Shiro a very sad look but tried his best to encourage him. “He’s my best friend. And I hate myself so much for not even be able to see him and help him so much, but I just can't.” Hunk started to shake in Shiro's arms looking so lost and small.

Shiro just gently brought him closer hugging him tightly. “It’s alright big guy. We can work something out. But right now I need you to try to be strong and to come back to the bridge we have lots of planning to do and a loud, happy guy to save.” Shiro gently pulled Hunk away from the kitchen and to the bridge.

The two entered the bridge to hear talking. The tension seemed to have gone down considerably. Shiro saw Pidge and Allura strategizing over the star map. Coran was leaned over a monitor with Keith they seemed to be looking for something, and Shiro was very proud to see Keith so immersed in helping in the mission. He was only sad that it was at the loss of one of their own. “So, what did we miss guys?” He asked trying to lighten the mood but knew he wasn’t even close to doing as good as a job as Lance did.

Pidge just looked up and gave a slight smile. Diving her nose back in the star chart that he now noticed that there were notes all around them “Glad to see you guys. Come over here. I think we just about got a game plan. Keith and Coran are looking for Lance’s position. They have located the general location. But there is just too wide of a range to locate the right planet or ship he is at.”

“So we are fixing to make a jump nearby to narrow it down some more. We are almost certain he is on a ship that is in between these four dead planets. But if not there are a few other planets nearby to hit them.” Allura spoke looking up her hair was now tied in a tight bun to keep it out of the way as they planned.

The rest of the team planned for a while longer. Finally coming with a good plan. Pidge and Keith would go inside the base. To try to disable the sentries and get Lance out of there. Hunk and Shiro would stay in their Lion’s to fend off any oncoming enemies. The castle would provide more support as well as get pod ready for Lance and whoever gets hurt.

“Alright, team let’s go, Let’s go save Lance!” Shiro said proudly hoping they could get to him in time.

one last note. I wanted to put this at the end so I didn’t ruin the plot. But I did change the paladin’s background. especially Hunk’s and I know that’s not how he normally acts but I will explain more in later chapters. I am always happy for feedback.

#lance #Winged Lance #lance's wings are from the Hyacinth Macaw #hunk garrett #keith kogane #pidge gunderson #voltron #voltron fanfic #FanFic #hurt lance #hurt comfort #no torture this chapter #Alas Al Cielo #langst

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