How could he turn away from her? His heart was torn asunder by her actions, his eyes could not leave
her tortured form, yet it was the tradition. She had ripped her wings from her soul; her halo fell from the
sky itself. The woman he loved was no more, and it was all because of this tradition.
‘Why can’t you love me?’ He voice spoke volumes, her eyes brimmed with tears she hated him to see, but
they were there and were made worse by his voice.
‘You know we can not be… It is forbidden, the elders will be against such a thing.’
She glared at him, her hands clenching to her sides. ‘Forbidden? This is love! How can it be forbidden
that ones of are kind should not fall in love?’
‘The tradition is that I marry the Elder’s first daughter…’
‘Tradition! You despise me… or why else would you break my heart like this?’
‘You know that not to be true! Mine heart is yours, whole and beating for you just as our wings do in the
sky when we journey together.’ Anguish tainted his voice, he loved her so, but what must be should be.
She cried out softly to his voice, reaching out a hand to him, ‘Then let us fly, let us go and be together.’
‘And be struck down by Him? To be cast away, discarded, a failure, a lost one?’ He shook his head softly
before taking her hand, pressing kisses to her fingers.
‘Then I will. If I cannot have you then I will not see you be with another.’ She jerked her hand free and
rose to her feet, her movements betraying the fear she felt.
‘No! If you removed your wings you would fall, my love. You would become one of the lost… We would
never see each other again!’
‘We will. I will make sure of it.’ And with that she lifted her hand, her fingers gripping the arches of her
wings and she ripped them free. A pain almost like death itself washed over her and she stumbled,
clutching the wing.
‘Beloved… How… No…’ He turned from her, she will make sure of it she said. He didn't know how she
would, but he hoped she could as the mists of their worlds already drifting in to set them apart, his feet
upon the steps yet he could not turn his gaze away… He could not.
her tortured form, yet it was the tradition. She had ripped her wings from her soul; her halo fell from the
sky itself. The woman he loved was no more, and it was all because of this tradition.
‘Why can’t you love me?’ He voice spoke volumes, her eyes brimmed with tears she hated him to see, but
they were there and were made worse by his voice.
‘You know we can not be… It is forbidden, the elders will be against such a thing.’
She glared at him, her hands clenching to her sides. ‘Forbidden? This is love! How can it be forbidden
that ones of are kind should not fall in love?’
‘The tradition is that I marry the Elder’s first daughter…’
‘Tradition! You despise me… or why else would you break my heart like this?’
‘You know that not to be true! Mine heart is yours, whole and beating for you just as our wings do in the
sky when we journey together.’ Anguish tainted his voice, he loved her so, but what must be should be.
She cried out softly to his voice, reaching out a hand to him, ‘Then let us fly, let us go and be together.’
‘And be struck down by Him? To be cast away, discarded, a failure, a lost one?’ He shook his head softly
before taking her hand, pressing kisses to her fingers.
‘Then I will. If I cannot have you then I will not see you be with another.’ She jerked her hand free and
rose to her feet, her movements betraying the fear she felt.
‘No! If you removed your wings you would fall, my love. You would become one of the lost… We would
never see each other again!’
‘We will. I will make sure of it.’ And with that she lifted her hand, her fingers gripping the arches of her
wings and she ripped them free. A pain almost like death itself washed over her and she stumbled,
clutching the wing.
‘Beloved… How… No…’ He turned from her, she will make sure of it she said. He didn't know how she
would, but he hoped she could as the mists of their worlds already drifting in to set them apart, his feet
upon the steps yet he could not turn his gaze away… He could not.
Red | Somber | Sanctuary | Unquiet Grave | Winged Surprise | ButterflyFairy
Blue | Glacial | Defiance | Departure | Dad's Chair | This Night Is Mine | Summoning
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