One.

The rain sprinkled my face with droplets, much like a new morning’s dew. They powdered my bare back with wet diamonds, running down to the convergence.

My wings shone iridescent in the faint light of the morning. Their normal aqua tint now replaced with the hues of the forest that surrounded me. I watched as one brave teardrop slid its way down my arm, resting lightly where the fabric of my sleep became one with my skin.

Yet paler in the waning moonlight, my golden locks swung free, unentangled in a strange webbing of nets. My soft blue eyes were dusted with sparkles, my entire face aglow with the soft rays.

I stayed low to the ground, my wings arcing high above me, and barely touching the earth below. I felt the Earth’s presence beneath them, the ground pulsing under my lightened feet.

I felt the pull of the unnatural, the other spirits that lurked in the corners around me; whispering soft melodies in my ear.

Drawn to them, I let them drift me off course, their sweet, tender song enough to entrance me.

Suddenly broken off, I froze, my ears attentive, my gaze even more so.

The slow sun was rising, dawn creeping in, the forest suddenly lit up. The water droplets glistened brightly, casting shadow dances across the nearby plants. I felt the faint whispers
of the trees, groaning about the waking hours.

Through my feet, and the tips of my wings, I suddenly felt a disturbance, something uncommon was walking among the peaceful, among the spirits that resided in the forest.

I let my wings carry me up, so that I might lay my vision among that which disturbed the sleepers of the morn.

I caught a sight which hadn’t been seen before, his brown curly locks intriguing to my inquisitive eyes. I had been warned of this before, but hardly before had I deemed it even remotely possible. My wings rustled slightly, and his gaze was caught on the soft rustling, and the glimmer that shone off the still damp flight-makers.

I froze, hoping that he saw it only as a harmless trick played upon his naïve subconscious.

No such luck appeared, as his eyes reached the vastness of my own. I felt the world underneath me tremor.

I heard the warnings of the trees, and the melancholy songs of the wild lilies. The birds called softly for my safety. I heeded the warnings, but found myself unable to retort, my voice caught in the gaze of the stranger.

A stranger indeed, an outsider to our kind. His was the race that drove us to our home, and my people are still resentful. Resentful, but mostly afraid. I felt the fear that rested in the frozen spirits around me.

His gaze still locked into my own, he twisted his hand into a fist above his heart.

The heart I could hear beating quickly against his chest. I heard every thump as it broke through the strangely quiet home of mine.

It was a sign of peace, an offering that I shouldn’t fear him. I too, returned the sign, although my heart was not one of flesh, beating blood through it as its only means of survival.

My heart was made of something entirely different, a cool crystal, made of moonstone and the very dew drops that rested upon my shoulders that morning. Running through my veins was the ice cold whispers of fairies before me, shuddering against the unfamiliar voices.

He took a step towards me, and a shudder ran through the tips of my wings as his heartbeat quickened.

I let him approach me, and gently rose to look him in the eye as he appeared no more than a breath away, something of which the likes had never entered our lands before, now stood in front of me, wishing to be thought of as a friend.

A human.

Reviews

[AJChallenger]

Try to avoid using I as much in first person, especially at the beginning of paragraphs. Don't forget to use all senses, as well. Try to cut some of the longer sentences into shorter ones. Vary sentence types, also. It's good, though, I look forward to reading more.