Alya was silent as we flew back to the lookout. I had a smile on my face. When we got there, she sat down and I picked up my bow and quiver and flew off leaving her to glare at my bare back.
I flew down to a small lake in a clearing far from any of the nests. I crouched down by the edge and looked at my reflection. I would have normally been considered very good looking (and I am not being arrogant, my sister reminds me frequently); I have messy black hair which flops over my face adding to my antisocial character, my eyes are emerald green and my skin is tanned. I splashed my face with water and my reflection copied before being obliterated by ripples and water droplets which had escaped from my gloved hands. The leather felt rough against my hands. I put my hands out and wriggled my fingers inside their leather prison.
I knew as well as anyone not to take the gloves off under any circumstances. They were there to stop me from blinding anyone when I used magic. I suppose they were also there to stop any non-magical being from feinting whenever they saw my hands. As I was on my own, I slipped one glove off and revealed the charred black skin beneath it. I turned my palm up to my face and examined the strange mark on my skin. It was a scar in the shape of a feather. I traced the edges of it with my other hand. It was raised up from the rest of the skin which gave it the effect of looking as though it was alive and jumping from my skin.
All other Iriads had to wear gloves and had charred hands, but not as bad as mine and no one else had a scar on their hands. My mother had tried to have it healed when I was small, but not even the strongest Iriads could heal it.
I was now the strongest in the clan, it was even suggested that I was the strongest Iriad in the world. I did not think that this was true, but I had not used my magic on anyone since I left school. I left school just before I built my own nest; I had to leave because I had become too strong even for the head teacher and now I practised on mice and other similar prey rather than other Iriads.
As I was on my own, I decided to practise a little.
I stood up and returned the glove to its hand and flexed my fingers. I flapped my impressive black wings and lifted off the ground while sending a beam of white light down to the lake. The beam hit the lake and sent a jet of water up into the air. I flew into it and hovered in the middle for a second. The water had formed a huge tube and I was hovering in the middle.
I flew back out again and the water dropped back down to the lake. I soared up to a branch and opened my hand, instantly a beam of blue shot towards the branch covering it in a strange shimmering substance. I went closer and ran my hand along the branch pleased to see that it was covered with water.
I had recently learned these tricks with water and so was toying with them.
“Hello?” A small voice piped up from above me. I looked up to see a young girl with light green wings hovering above the clearing.
I smiled, “Hello.” I flew up to her and she looked away nervously.
“I have a message for you.”
I moved my face down to where she was looking and she blushed. “What’s your name?”
“Kalyee, I am Halee’s little sister.” It was my turn to blush now.
“I see, what exactly is the message?”
“Your sister says she has something important to tell you, she is in the ground nest.”
“Thank you.” I said. The girl began to fly off and I flew after her and easily caught up with her so that we were flying side by side. “Are you still at school?”
“Yes.”
I frowned, “You aren’t supposed to come out this far on your own.”
“But I am not alone, you are with me.”
“True, but you flew here on your own.”
She smirked, “Since when have you been such a stickler for the rules?” Then she blushed again realising she had spoken out of turn.
But I didn’t mind, I laughed, “It’s good to see there are still a few Iriads left with a backbone.”
We didn’t speak again, but I could see that she was positively glowing from my complement, since I had become “antisocial” it was something to be proud of if I paid you a complement and she obviously knew this.
I suppose you could say I had become something of a novelty. Like the humans used to keep in museums, a stuffed animal being photographed by tourists.
Humans won’t exist for much longer now. They and their technology are being wiped out by us magical beings when we got fed up of them damaging the world. I guess you could call them an endangered species. I laughed at my own joke and then continued to wonder why my sister suddenly wanted to speak to me.
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Oh my dear goodness me. I am completely obsesed with this tory now. I honestly don't know what it is. You grip the reader and make them hold on. I like how you finnaly described Fin and how he was flirting with the green-winged girl.
