The darkness.

                                    

                                          
Once, when I was five, my mother took me to a village. We lived close enough to the village for my mom to purchase what essentials we needed but far enough to not be bothered by the villagers, she used to say.
                          
That was before I had met anyone besides my mother since my mother forbade me from going there on my own, and for that reason I was excited to meet new people and perhaps make a friend.
                          
We set of to the village, a cloak was wrapped around my shoulders, covering my white petite wings and my mother walked beside me with hesitant steps.
                          
I felt apprehensive about my mother's mood but as soon as we entered the village, I became light-hearted. I was in love with the village instantly. 
                          
There were children running around, mother's trying to catch up with their children, different aromas drifted in the air and brushed my nostrils, people wore all sorts of attire with and assortment of colors. 
                          
My mother took me to the market place and began to make her purchases. I wandered into a flower shop and marveled at the bouquets and the way the flowers were arranged and while I stared at the flowers the storekeeper came up to me with a smile on his face. He was not too old, wore glasses and had friendly look on him.
                          
"Hey, midget." He said.
                          
"My name's Aria." He picked up a flower from a bouquet, a daisy, and tucked the stalk into my hair. I giggled. "But you can call me Ari."
                          
"Okay, Ari. Do you like my flowers? I grow them myself."
                          
"You have a garden?"
                          
"Yes. Do you have one?" I shook my head. "How about I teach you how to grow one of your own?"
                          
"I nodded enthusiastically."
                          
He walked me over to the side of his shop where some pots of soil were arranged on a table. He put seeds in my little hands and showed me how to plant them. I waited for the colorful flowers to spring out of the dirt but nothing happened.
                          
"Mister, nothing happened." He laughed in amusement. 
                          
"You haven't watered them yet." We did and there little buds poked out of the soil. I clapped happily.
                          
"Can they grow faster, Mister?"
                          
"In an hour they'll be fully grown. You can come back to see them if you want."
                          
"Okay." I said. I looked at the tiny buds, wishing they would grow faster. I reached out to the plants, standing on the tips of my toes and touched one. At my touch the small plant grew bigger, some petals and turned into a bright yellow flower.
                          
The storekeeper gasped, looking stunned.
                          
"W-what did you do?" He backed up and stammered.
                          
"I don't know. Did I do something wrong?"
                          
"No" My mother said as she came into the store. She carried me up on her hip and walked outside.
                          
"What did I do wrong momma? I didn't know I would make the flower grow."
                          
"You did nothing wrong, Ari. He was jus-" My cloak was snagged by a nail on a stall, it ripped and fell of my shoulders. My mom hurriedly picked it up, but it was too late. People saw, and when they did they said no good of it. I was pointed at, whispered about, children were pulled away from me. I didn't understand it at all. 
                          
My mother set me on the ground finally and wrapped the cloak around me again but it was no use, it was torn and my wings were being judged every second. I was being judged. 
                          
That was when the commotion began. A crowd built up around us. I was so confused. What had I done wrong? Aren't flowers meant to grow, I thought. Maybe my mother knew how I did it, and why people where spitting insults at us.
                          
All around us were expressions ranging from disapproval to fear. I was very scared. Two men were talking to my mother and the conversation didn't sound friendly at all. One grabbed her wrists while the other approached me. 
                          
"Fly home Aria!" 
                          
Just as the man was about to grab me I flew off the ground then went higher, so he couldn't reach. My mother didn't struggle in the man's grip. Didn't even flinch when the other slapped her across the face and she fell.
                          
"I'll be there soon, just go home." She said and I flew as fast as I could till I got to my house and landed on its roof. 
                          
I was breathing heavily and tears were falling from my eyes, wetting my cheeks. I was worried for my mother.
                          
She came back a few hours later, covered in soot. She smelled of smoke too. I jumped off the roof and hugged her. 
                          
"Momma. Did they hurt you?"
                          
"No, my love."
                          
"Then why are you covered in the fire stuff?"
                          
"It's okay, Aria. They tried to hurt me but I made sure they didn't. I made sure that they won't be able to hurt you."
                          
"What did you do?"
                          
"I showed them why they shouldn't hurt us." I hugged her tight.
                          
"Why were they scared of me? Do they hate me?"
                          
"Shh. Don't worry, they can't hate you anymore."
                          
I was confused by what she said. The next day she said we would be moving. When she went in to pack our things I flew quickly to the village, wanting to see the storekeeper since my mother said they couldn't hate me anymore. 
                          
When I got there, it was destroyed. It was horribly burnt  from top to bottom but there was no smoke. Everything was still as it was the day before. The people standing in a crowd in the market, the shops, the homes, all in order but all burnt, even the people, black and lifeless.
                          
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I wasn't confused anymore I knew who did it. 
                          
"Mother."
                          
"Yes?" Queen Neveah walked towards the thrones.
                          
"Who are you really?"
                          
She turned back to me and my mother stepped gracefully out of Queen Neveah's body while it slumped to the ground and the queen groaned painfully. My mother stepped away from the body and walked back to me then held my face in her hands, staring into my eyes hauntingly.
                          
"The darkness."
                          
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Hahaha! The end is coming! No, I don't mean the end of the world, the end of Collosal wings. Sigh. What'd you think of this chapter? Hahaha! Maybe I'll just leave it at this cliffhanger. Hahaha!
                          
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