monodeamon

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. no human would understand me, 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, snow 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 snow. there was nothing in sight, just the snow covered 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 dwindle behind the heavy snowfall. then i faced the ground head first, and tucked my wings close to my back, and fell into a nose dive. my eyes watered from the air being pressured onto 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 was cruel to me. she hated me for who i was.

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 2 years old, my lips turned black, and a close family friend brought up the possibility of me being a monodeamon, they 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 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. 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 like this shook my heart. ”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, but that idea was lost in my depression and despair. It was an odd case, for there are limits on killing winged immortals. 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.

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 amune 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.