Cassiel

A quick warm-up story about an OC of mine.

Cassiel always loved to feel the breeze tear through the tangles of her hair.
It warmed her heart and brightened her smile to watch the grass rustle in 
response to the whispers of the wind. Such fragile communication intrigued her,
and she wished that she could be apart of that balance. When it came to 
nature, everything fit together like puzzle pieces. Everything had its job, and 
everything performed it splendidly. Cassiel didn't understand why humans 
weren't the same way. A graceful deer bounds and leaps over the overgrown 
forest with ease; Cassiel had stubbed her toe exiting her room not long ago.

Oh, how she scorned the life she had been born into. I would much rather be
a magnificent eagle, flying high up among the clouds, she mused one day while
laying down in the grassy fields near her house. She watched a bird moving in
circles in the sky, searching for prey-- and Cassiel lamented more and more. How

dull it is to be human. I would much rather be a great whale, so vast and elegant. 

The bird in the sky appeared to have spotted some prey. She was envious of it's 
sparkling shine -- did all birds glimmer in such a way? She was too engrossed in her
soliloquy to answer such a question, and continued on with her thoughts: I would 
much rather be a slender cheetah, bounding across the savanna at magnificent 
speeds. Humans are so slow. She glanced upwards. The predatory bird had spotted 
its prey, and was indeed, flying at top speed right toward Cassiel.

She had expected much worse; talons sloppily breaking through delicate flesh-- 
the surges of terrible pain and then the sweet release of death, maybe? Unconsciousness?
But Cassiel was met with something different. She found herself floating amongst the 
clouds, sporting the great, large wings -- of an angel, maybe. Was she dead? She 
couldn't tell. She looked down at her small, wooden house -- which, at from such a great
height, appeared to be one you might put in a dollhouse. She saw two small figures down 
there, looking up at the sky. Cassiel waved goodbye: they were here parents. "Goodbye!" 
She cried, delighted, "Goodbye, mother, father, you don't have to worry." 

She was truly cheerful. She flew at top speeds, feeling the wind in her hair and 
touching the clouds with her fingertips. She had never felt better in all her days.

Until Cassiel realized that... from a very young age, she had been very scared of 
heights. She had been so caught up in her new-found power that she had forgotten.
The second she looked down, it was as if her heart stopped beating. Her wings stopped
flapping, and she clawed at the empty air as she fell, as if there was something she 
could even grab on to. Letting out an agonized shriek as she hit the ground, Cassiel woke up.
She woke up on the grassy fields she had fallen asleep on. She looked up at the predatory
bird, circling, circling, glimmering. She went inside. The bird began to go. She hugged and
kissed her parents-- the bird was gone. Cassiel was happy to be human.