i edited it thanks to your guys's help, and as you may notice i tried to capitalize most of my I's i may have missed a few.. but I'm trying.. i only added a few more paragraphs, but as i said I edited it.. and I want to know if i missed anything els.. thanks!
Prologue
As far as I know, I am the only one of my kind left on this planet. All alone, and unwillingly compelled to a curse that nearly sucked the life out of me. I am bound to darkness. Because of this curse, I don’t see in color, only black and white. everything about me is black, my eyes, my lips, my hair, my wings, my clothing. Even my blood, black as night, everything except my skin. my skin is like a white stone, flawless, but cold and lifeless. I am such a disturbed creature, yet somehow, I have to love one of my own kind to break this awful curse. And not just any love, true love, where you want to spend the rest of your life with that one special someone.
Chapter 1
It was a cold winter morning, and I was feeling especially lonely. i stepped out of my once beautiful, but now age crumbled home, onto the cold, frost dusted ground with my bare feet. the cold didn’t have much effect on me. I walked out into the emptiness, and scanned the white land. there was nothing in sight, just the flake sprinkled hills, and the small frozen pond beyond a clutter of bare trees. I looked up into the snow filled sky, bent me knees and pushed off with all force in my body. I pressed my black wings against the cold air, pushing myself higher and higher.
I love that nervous excitement of flying, feeling each air molecule glide against my skin as I forge on into the gray sky. I looked down at the fading world below me. the pond behind my house slowly dwindles behind the heavy snowfall. I faced the ground head first, twisting my body and tucking my wings close to my back as I fell into a nose dive.
My eyes watered as the air sliced across their soft, wet surface. I could barely see through the snowflakes falling into my face. soon I raised my wings, pulling me back, slowing me down. My sudden change in direction flung my hair into my face like a whip. it was such a familiar feeling. It felt like the sharp pain of my mothers words striking my ears. It stung but left no mark. she had been so cruel to me.
My kind, the winged immortals, are proned to glitches. If during a mothers pregnancy, the child's body has difficulty with cell division, or growth, it will not effect them in the way it effects humans, It curses them. The child will be born with a curse that can only be broken, when and if that winged immortal finds true love. these cursed creatures among us are know as monodaemons, and I am one of them. At first, my parents suspected nothing, even though my wings were black. But when I was around two years old, my lips turned black, and a close family friend brought up the possibility of me being a monodeamon. My parents looked into it right away. they had me see a winged immortal doctor who did a monodeamon test on me, and I came out positive. when my mother found out, she nearly fainted. she rejected me for it. she verbally abused me for it. though my father tried he couldn’t stop her from saying such devilish things to me. she hated me for who I was. She disappeared when I was only 27 years old. My father said she was just stressed out and needed a break, but she never came back. Even though she's gone now, the scars she left in my mind are still firmly planted. She had never physically hurt me, but she told me that I should die. She said I was useless, and that she hated me. My father, however, loved me and stayed with me as long as he could.
It was 30 years ago when I was 399, that my father died. he wanted to make me a fur coat for my fourth centennial that was coming up in a few weeks. He was out hunting when i heard his cries coming from the woods. immediately i flew to his side. His blood was spilled out on the new fresh sprouts of grass. His face was clawed up, covered in deep gashes. His arms were bruised and punctured also. The sight of him tore me apart.
”What...?” I began to say but found myself speechless. he hushed my dry sobs, and smiled. I hadn’t noticed before, the white wolf hairs embedded in his blood flooded cuts. A single tear trickled down my face and landed with a cold splash against his clothing. I gave him a proper burial, and though i hoped to someday kill the wolf that so abruptly ended my fathers life, the idea was forgotten in my depression and despair.
It is a death that puzzles me still. It was impossible. You see, there are rules about winged immortals deaths. There are only two ways for a winged immortal to die, one is for them to starve to death, and the other is for them to be murdered by another winged immortal. A mere wolf clearly doesn’t bear the power, He just can’t.
But it is over now, and there is nothing I can do to change the past. I Haven’t heard from my relatives since then, or really any other immortal. I assume they all killed each other for food, and the others starved to death. I believe I am alone in this world besides the savage humans.
I landed from my morning flight, and realized my feet had gone black. though over the decades I had grown used to the cold, I was nearly immune to it, but I had to be careful not to let my blood freeze. So I went inside my once beautiful house. though it was depressing an old, it was very warm. I added a log to the fire, and sat down on my mothers favorite wing back chair. my father says it’s green like the smell of spring, I try to picture, but all I see is a light gray. Chairs are a difficult thing when you have wings on your back, it’s also very difficult to sleep. There are myths about immortals that would sleep upside-down like a bat, but when I tried, all my blood rushed into my head.
I sat there thinking. I do it a lot. I just think of what I’ll do for the rest of forever. being immortal.. or almost immortal anyway, has it’s disadvantages. I need to find something to do other than just getting by. I decided to go to bed... that was the only thing i had left to do. I wasn’t hungry, and it was getting dark. I walked into my room and striped down to my bra and underwear, and slipped into my gray nightgown. it felt warm against my cool skin. then I slid under my white covers and shut my eyes.
My mind was completely blank. I thought about my father and his big warm arms that hugged me when I couldn’t fly yet, and his laugh that would ring through the whole house. Then I thought about my mother. she was like me. she was always pale with cold skin. it fit her personality. when I was young I would pretend that inside she was a really great person, and she was only mean to me because she was stressed about my curse, but eventually I just gave in to reality, she’s cruel. I tried thinking about what she was like when she was younger. But I must have fallen asleep. I was dreaming that I was walking through the falling snow, each step sinking my feet deeper and deeper into the snow. but i was wearing boots. they were warm, and tied up the front. they were beautiful. they were covered in beads. With a pattern flowing like a spring river. I kept walking through the snow. i realized I was also wearing a think warm shawl, beaded just like the boots. I felt so warm, and hugged myself, enjoying the feeling while it lasted. then I saw two black eyes staring at me through the snow. though I told myself to stop, my feet kept walking towards the mysterious creature. then it came into view. I felt my heart stop mid-beat. TBC
I'll try to write more soon! thanks for your help!
