part one: The World Awakening- Chapter 1: The Boy with One Wing

I haven't been on this in forever. Hope you like it!

The boy stood in the center of the circle of enormous trees, on top of a raised platform, awaiting his execution. Now as he stood there, being gawked by the spectators, let me tell you a bit about this boy. He had black hair that was a bit too long, bright blue eyes that were partially covered by his hair and his skin was a little bit too pale. 

The biggest contribution he has to the story is his wings. Yes, wings. Dark and midnight black like his hair, with glossy feathers that protruded from his back. But as you guessed, he had only one wing. For now. The other one was gone, ripped off during his fight with the elves. 

Elves. Enemies of humans, and known as the tree dwellers. They lived on the edge of the world, or Dystopia, as some called their city. It was located close to the human capital Illumis, known for its bright lights and high elevation, due to being on a cliff overlooking the vast forests of the elves. The boy had often seen the forest in the distance, but never had he been in them until now. He was Test Subject #300456, or some just called him Wings Boy. He was built, no, created for one single purpose: to hunt down elves and kill them. 

Humans and elves had long been under a fragile peace that was beginning to fray. Riots and arguments had broken out, and everyone on

 both sides had held their breath to see who would declare war first. And surprisingly not one side of the great division has made a move. The humans, however, were careful. They didn’t want to be defenseless against the elves if they were attacked so they created some “experiments”. These people were volunteered into undergoing this operation, by themselves or by others. Either way they had to undergo severe training and harsh discipline, along with hiding 24/7 due to their existence being quite illegal based upon the peace treaty.  Someone like him was a curse, a hybrid blend of something monstrous. He didn’t hide it, and he had gotten tired of the tests, jeers, and broken bones every day. 

So he escaped. He snuck past the guards and climbed up to the top of one of the towers and jumped off. He had done this a couple of times but under surveillance of the guards and always had a rope tied to his leg in case he tried to fly away. This time was slightly different but the boy had reminded himself that it was just like flying in the courtyard. So he jumped, stretched his wings, and flew. Now he had a bird’s eye view of the entire land, and he was unsure of where to go. Against his better judgement he decided to go to the forest, given he would never be found due to it being on the other side of the boundary. His mistake, however, was that as soon as he dropped down to the ground he triggered some strange alarm and was cornered by elven guards. He fought, of course. After all, he was trained for circumstances like this. But he was still a fourteen year old boy with a smaller body and less fighting experience so they quickly overpowered him. And being elves, they weren’t sure of what to make of him, so as fate would have it they “accidentally” tore one of his wings off. 

Perhaps they were just scared of him. Maybe they thought he’d fly away. Or maybe they even thought he was the devil. Whatever it was that went through their heads, the only thing important was that they tore one of his wings. And it was painful. Painful enough for the boy to regret his decision and consider the treatment at the facility heavenly. The pain was strong and it shook him to his core, but he didn’t cry. Not one drop. It was just another training, just another torture method, he told himself. Just another way to get me to break.

 Those thoughts ran through his head as he blacked out, only to wake up the next morning in a room with fresh clothes and a throbbing pain on his backside. He had explored the room, only to find out three things. 

One, he was locked in.

Two, from the window he could see buildings sprawled below and above him, situated in and around the trees. So it was safe to assume they brought him to a city. 

Finally, the third thing he noticed was that the room had no toilet. Funny thing was, he had the biggest urge to go about his business, and the elves had no restrooms to supply him with. Just great, huh? 

Well, he sat there holding his pee in when the door slammed open and an elvin man with a sour face marched in with four guards. The boy had been taught elvin tongue, so he decided to put it into good use and opened his mouth to inquire ever so politely about using the restroom. However the man cut him off.

“Is this the one?” he asked, glaring down at the boy, who was squirming. Not because of the elf, mind you, but because of that strong need to pee. 

“Yes Guardian Bram. We secured him near the human border. We think he is a spy from the other side, sent to gather information on us to use for war,” said the front guard, who looked like the captain, based on all his medals. 

“Is that so?” said Guardian Bram. “Then let’s ask him.” He walked over to the boy. “Who sent you?” he demanded, his tone harsh and demanding.

The boy opened his mouth to reply, Guardian Bram and the guards looking on with satisfaction.

“Is there a restroom here somewhere?” he asked pleasantly.

Surprise flitted across his features, then rage.

“Are you mocking me boy?” he asked angrily. “Do you even know who you’re talking to?”

The boy looked at the guards, then back at him. “No.”

The man puffed up. “I am Guardian Bram of Dystopia itself,” he proclaimed with obvious pride. “And I have every right to execute you or hand you back over to the other side.” He looked at the boy to see if he was swayed.

“Oh,” said the boy, his face taking on a bored expression. “ How quaint.” Of course he knew that there were guardians for each elvin city, but he didn’t expect the capital of the elves to be ruled by this dunce.

“How quaint?” said the captain incredulously. “Show some respect!”

“No, back down Captain,” said Guardian Bram, raising a hand to stop him. “I want to know who sent him.”

“I came at my own free will,” the boy answered calmly. “You can’t kill me for that.” 

“No, but who would believe you? You have no proof, and no one here is lenient to anything or anyone involved with humans. So, I declare by the Court of Aspenwood that you are found guilty and will be executed today at noon in the central square of Dystopia.”

The boy blinked. That went the wrong way very quickly.

“But-” he started.

“Guards, lock him in the detainment room. You know what happens after that,” said Guardian Bram, his voice a chilly frost as he ignored the boy’s protests. 

Nodding, the guards grabbed the boy and snapped cuffs onto his wrists. 

“I’ll see you at your execution,” he said, sweeping out of the room with not one glance behind. 

Silently the boy and the guards walked to the detainment center, elves making their way past them. Some gawked, others averted their eyes. It didn’t matter to the boy, who forgot about his bladder. All that mattered was that his plan had failed. He wasn’t free, in fact, he was going to die today. Finally, they made it to the base of a large tree and climbed the steps carved into it. 

“Lock him in there,” said the Captain, gesturing to the plain wooden building built into the tree, iron bars on the window and door. 

With a nod the three elves pushed open the door and pushed the boy in as the Captain watched. He fell onto the ground of the cold floor, not struggling as they chained him to the back wall. 

“Good. You three go on ahead, I’ll finish up,” said the Captain. After the other three left he turned to close the door on the boy, who had his head bowed. An odd kid, he thought to himself. 

As if sensing those thoughts the boy looked up, his piercing blue eyes staring straight through the elf.

“Who are you looking at?” he growled softly, his gaze cold and hungry.

The Captain flinched and slammed the door in front of him. Just to be safe he double checked the bars. An odd kid, he thought shivering as he walked down the stairs. A really odd kid.

The boy stood with his head held high while Guardian Bram continued his speech. It was so long he didn’t bother translating it into his head, because if your life is about to end, you’ve got better things to think about then some old dunce’s stirring monotone about killing off pests like him.

“We must stand vigilant as the humans try to invade our territory. We cannot let them think they can get away with this,” Guardian Bram was saying. “So this is the message,” he says, gesturing to the boy with a noose around his neck and guards at every side. “We will not stand by idly. But as the law says, we will let the audience have a say. All who approve, say I.”

“I,” roars the crowd, blood lust evident in their eyes. 

The boy sighed, a thousand memories flashing through his head. He longed to take the noose off, the rope a constant itch around his neck. 

“Anyone with an objection, voice it now.” 

No one did, though the boy wasn’t surprised. Boy, did they hate him. He closed his eyes as he listened to the silence, saying a silent prayer in his head. 

Goodbye world, he thought absently as Guardian Bram proclaimed him to be executed. Just as a guard stepped forward to tighten the noose around his neck, a voice rang out.

“I object!”

Reviews

[Dennis Wolf]

Well, you've got a start, I'm not gonna comment on the narrative choices, cuz I don't know how or where you're aiming to take this.

Other than that, keep at it, yea?

[#writer]

ha ha:) it'll probably end really weirdly, because...just because. I guess the main character has many faces, or sides of himself. I based him off of my everchanging personality, and Jasper off of my sweet friend... that's a girl but whatev, I'm making everything work! Trust:0