Chapter One : An Elapser no more.
I stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the river, a good hundred or so feet below. The sun was just peeking out from beneath the trees. Soon it will disappear behind the trees and darkness will fall in a thick blanket covering everything in shadows. My hair hung freely, wildly, and dark as the night itself.
I unfolded my wings for what would most likely be the last time. I rolled my shoulders, settling my wings in place. What little sun that remained reflected off my feathers making them dark blue, with a shine the color of teal. At night my wings blended in almost like two huge shadows looming over me.
Was I an angel? No. Trust me if I was an angel I would have fallen by now. Was I a Fairy? A Pixie? Hell no. No way was I some frilly thing wearing spring pinks, blues, and greens. I’m an Elapser. The name comes from the word elapse meaning to pass, to slide or glide by.
I held my hands out in front of me, fingers spread. They were shaking uncontrollably. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm my nerves but my breath came out shaky. When I opened my eyes my hands were only shaking worse.
I reached up behind me and grabbed the arch of my right wing. I savored the soft feel of the feathers. I brought it to my face and took one more deep breath inhaling the scent of the air. I gripped my wing more firmly and yanked as hard as I could, tearing my wing right off. I screamed in agony at the feel of each little thread being pulled off my flesh. It took a mere second but each tiny thread felt like minutes. Before I chickened out, I quickly ripped off the left one. This one was worse. I hesitated at the last minute only ripping it half off. One more good yank and I had it off. I fell to my knees, tears running down my face with both my beautiful wings laying around me.
After the sun was fully hidden behind the trees, I stood rubbing my bloody hands on my tore up jeans. The pain in my back still throbbed quickly, almost like it was in rhythm with my heart. I stared down at my wings laying on the cold ground so lifeless looking. Sure they were wings they weren’t alive but they were my wings. I picked them up, threw them in the river and watched them float out of sight.
Me, Jocelyn Odara, was no longer an Elapser .
