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The Strong Winds of Love

Soon I felt the familiar tugs at my body. First my wings, which fluttered, as though they were their own person. I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop anything.

I felt it at my back, and my legs buckled. Soon, I knew, the wind would come.

I looked deep inside me, searching for the hidden connection. Ah. There. I closed my eyes, letting them see him.

He ran without much purpose now. He was stumbling. He tripped, and pulled himself up again. He ran faster, but sluggishly. And then he tripped again. Only this time he didn’t get up.

I couldn’t watch. I opened my eyes, freeing myself. I couldn’t save him now. I had sat here too long. I never do anything right.

First I was appointed to counsel, and then I lost that position. Oh the humility! And now, the one chance to redeem myself… and I had done the one thing I was never supposed to do.

Fall in love.

I stood up suddenly, pulling away from the strong winds. As quick as I could, I scratched in the symbol in the tree once more.

Danger for man. Sprites.

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