Fated Wings Collection Part 1 by Jane C.R

Author:Jane, C.R.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 2

I’m soaring, the breeze brushes against my cheek as I go in and out of the cloud line, watching the ground half-heartedly for signs of anything amiss. I’m actually enjoying the solitude. I’ve realized that Torin is quite the chatter box. Having someone to talk to is a bit overrated when you’re hunting hidden Fallen.

A flash of light catches my eye in some trees below. I change direction rapidly, speeding down to check it out. I land on the ground, looking around for anything amiss. I’m in a forest clearing, tall pines stand proudly around me. The light dances through the trees, hitting puddles that are strewn all over the ground from the recent rainfall. I wonder if I just saw the light reflecting off of one of those. Shadows dance between the trees, catching my attention. The air is quiet, too quiet, which is why I feel like something is amiss. An anxious feeling passes over me. There aren’t even birds chirping. That never happens in a forest this dense. I retract my wings back into my body, and crouch down to look at a red stain in the grass. The red liquid comes off on my fingers, I put my hand to my nose to smell it and immediately the iron tang of blood hits my senses. Maybe an animal has been injured?

Right as I stand up to see if there is any more blood, something hits my side with the force of what feels like a thousand boulders. I smash into a tree. It gives a large shudder before crashing to the ground in a thunderous clatter. Before I can regain my wits, I’m pulled up and thrown again to the other side of the clearing. I roll my body and just miss impaling myself on a long tree branch. I thrust my body up in the air, regaining my feet just before I feel the sharp sting of a sword nick the side of my ribcage. I roar in rage and finally make eye contact with my unknown assailant. Of course, it’s one of the Fallen. He’s so pale I wonder if he has some sort of condition. A shock of red hair is pulled back in a long braid behind him. He’s wearing a look of hatred so fierce it gives me pause for a moment, wondering how someone could hate a perfect stranger so much.

Someone approaches me from behind at the same time the pale Fallen comes at me again from the front with his long broadsword. I bring an elbow sharply behind me, hearing a satisfying crack as my elbow meets something that was obviously important to the creep behind me. I catch the tip of the sword in between my hands, a nifty trick that has taken hundreds of years to perfect. The Fallen gives me a look of shock as I twist the sword out of his hands and flip it into the air. Grabbing it fluidly, I swipe the blade swiftly across his neck.

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