Behind the Wings

Wings. What power they entail one with the ability to soar, extending the opportunity, a chance, for the chosen to inhibit what the atmosphere exploits. Though such things can display as a burden upon shoulders, they can also be the only protection one has to offer as the world coughs up ruinous and disastrous behaviors. Though the protection of wings can not aid in times as the twisted behaviors endure in this realm, the pain beneath fears the mere judgment it has endured in time’s presence. Such judgment spirals like an uncontrollable tornado with eyes of winds that torment with envy that cast those up in the air filled with chaos. This torture can not merely equip vast equipment for the piercing of a simple yet fragile structure. However, the blade forecasted mischievous endeavors, only for then to stab itself repeatedly from lingered blame derived from judgment that wanders in from the outside world. A wound of mistakes that deepens the sting can be controversial; for they say mistakes can not define a person yet making them reveals the true nature of a facade they live under. What sort of mask hinders the injuries from the blade that unravels a horrendous scene controlled by the grasp of the mind? And yet, thinking out loud, we assume this “normal function” is for the simple gratuity of life.

What the hell!

Pardon me?

I was about to fall asleep. I thought this was a story, not a psychological lecture!

Well, I’m trying to portray it to you in the sense of-

Yeah, you’re just boring me to death at this point.

Oh please, you have no sympathy for the lure moments!

Can you say that in English, please?

That was English!!

Sorry, I meant in a language that whoever reads this can understand. So sorry, ladies and gentlemen, for the boring lecture. You may go home...

No! Wait! Stay! If it is so boring, what do you suggest to do?

Start at the good part, the chemist, and how the story comes alive! Ooh don’t forget about the dramatic-

Fine, if you stop complaining, I will. You make my eardrums bleed.

Finally something good to read! Carry on...

How absurd for interruptions to behave in such measures, but it does prevail the task that is up at hand. See, such a tale reflects upon a tragic war, the value of trust, and decisions that deem too hard to comprehend. Quite the adventure, is it not? Or does a journey resemble everyday in one’s life? For that I can not tell, the fluorescent gateways begin to be too much as time contradicts them, but more explanations will be placed further along the time line of this story. Where shall I begin?

Perhaps with the conjuring fizzing powder and liquids, transforming as they combine to the tune of glass. How such a profound bubbling of colors displayed among a fire stand sustain to ignite with excitement inside. As heat uplifts from underneath the substance, a tint refuses to be pronounced as meek as now it becomes an elaborate solution no one dares to defy. This would be it, the entitlement of new. Held up amongst the rays of the sun, laid such a potion that gleamed through as his glasses that accented his unforgettable face. Mechanisms to be acknowledged for such reputation would be derived from clever willpower that confused biochemical and biomechanical engineering degrees that were in his possession. However, such accomplishments and knowledge was taken over by curiosity since the establishment of youth, for this only brought him a relentless desire for dreams and reality to come as one. And the strive for that achievement is what illuminated in the sun and then to where chemical must never partake in flowing. Oozing down into the esophagus, the liquid hid itself as it absorbed into the cells that welcomed it in. Squeezing his eyes as the aftertaste set in motion, he noticed nothing occurred and, as a result, disappointment fled through his system. About to establish such a failure in his notes, the pen met the paper but no words were written; they couldn’t be.

The utensil slammed against the wooden surface as his hand twitched vigorously. The sudden spasm spread throughout his body, causing him to fall on his knees as the pain enforced the intensity along the posterior side of his body; this increased with every breath he took. Between the lining of the trapezius and the infraspinatus muscles, shot out the dream that became reality. How could something so beautiful invoke such violent agony? But even then, the mind would agree that the risks were worth more than any value. For this creation expressed in a pearl pigment now extended in length with a soft yet fanned feature, could not amount to the excitement that this will be his greatest accomplishment yet. Wings. Struggling effortlessly to pick up himself from where he fell, was not infiltrated with balance as his mind was occupied to quickly write down this new formula. A reach towards the instrument for his notes, his eyes brought more attention to the design that claimed what overtook him. Scanning in astonishment with his index finger carefully outlining what was carved into his skin, laid a design that was too captivating not to transfer onto paper. An emblem engraved into his pure skin was formed into an infinity cross that was aligned with thick borders on the outside.

Details were crowded in every corner as pages began to be filled quickly. The flip of parchment took its revenge on the finger of its owner. Such a swift movement of a light mass can leave an envious sliver upon skin. Urgently, to discontinue the leaking sting, he reached for the wrappings to aid the bleeding but was sent a scare as a bright light erupted in the room. A radiation that began to dim as a shock was delivered down his spine was undertook as he noticed the light had emerged from his non-injured counterpart. Healing? How was it possible for a wound to vanish from light? None of his degrees would provide evidence for this experience. Trying to determine a theory for a concept that has no prior knowledge to build a foundation upon, he wrote what came to mind: with pearl wings, comes the power of healing.

His hunger grew by the second to maximize such an innovative discovery and lingering aspects have yet to be captivated. Rummaging of glasses impacted the fizz that grew louder by the minute, he could feel a sinister insanity start to creep in. It was then shut down as he shoved more burning chemicals down his slightly swollen throat. After clenching his fists as if a fight was to immerse from within, the pearl feature fell as if sand was being erased by the wave of the ocean and slowly switched to a darker pigment with his hand beginning to cramp once more. The emblem slowly shaded itself along its borders like a snake caressing its prey before devouring such a fine meal. Regaining control of his hand once again was not what placed confusion upon his shoulders, but as well as the crackling of glass that caused him to flinch as he was testing his reflexes. His eyes landed on the plant with a spiny accent as it was posing at a diagonal angle. Its path made of soil seeped through the cracks as if it was water in an irrigation plantain. The pencil lead marked: with noir wings, comes the power of destruction.

Switching back and forth was as if he flipped a switch as colors rose and fell to his will. This eventually led to his marked wrist half shaded instead of all to portray the shade. Such a fatigue weakness was no match for the draining slump he now faced. As if feelings began to immerse, the energy to live mildly was fading away from his grasp. His creations pulling and tugging on a human life only urged the inventor to gravitate towards saving his own life. With details needed to be spared, since the atmosphere was too disturbing, the product of the device that resembles a pendant would monitor the energy that engulfed his soul. Soul energy was he called it and for such energy was slipping away quickly. The mechanics that stimulated energy as life in a device would never be able to sustain soul energy that decreased from injury and healed by angelic power; for once energy is lost, it can not be restored as much once had before. The pendant adapted into a life source that without it, death would approach it with reluctant pain.

By learning the h-verse feature, he was able to silence the creation by appearing to the form of originality. This was modified by the pendant as a single tap flaunted pearl wings, a double for h-verse, and triple for noir wings. Officially, classifying this serum as above natural: supernatural. Nonetheless, why shed no light for a discovery to be known? Perhaps to not strike fear towards love, but what foolishness that would bring. Confessing about risks taken to preform the experience never would cross his mind but conceiving a child that manipulated nature that nature’s grasp couldn’t control was more difficult to conceal in the presence of reality. Twas unclear if his lover stuck around for fame or to reciprocate the care he displayed, but word on his experience spilt to close family members that would contribute to an absolute nightmare. How these close individuals stole the supernatural potions was uncertain, but the ideal of money never turned down their greed. Warnings of exposing the secret would be crossed as the riots and protests stomped continuously on his property. Protection. For a world deemed to keep out the unordinary resulted in fluorescent beams to project onto one another as his machine fired up, enabling an alternative dimension; a location away from Earth. A destination for those who consumed his creation to carry out the rest of their lives. For a dream that truly surpassed reality...

Well, that’s what it was aimed to be, reality ended that dream.

Ominous magic portrayed as power, power becoming a tool, and this tool devouring soul energy down to each second. How were the possibilities to uplift power if the supernatural armored no wounds? Aiming the luminescence or utter darkness towards the life source can heed side effects or, even destroying the pendant, result in death. This added more sensitivity as Henry experienced one’s sudden passing to where a healing can not be emitted. For such test to gain more of what he lost initiated the rumors that overtook the land, and it all started with Henry, the inventor. Spiraling out of control, the darkness shed no remorse for what fibs expressed about Henry. Unconfirmed lies of a killing spree during the night, managed by Henry, was said that such behavior left a cousin of his lifeless. Rumors of his wife missing the light of day by constant beatings and marks that scattered across her body brought gasps that escaped mouths. The insinuations of the myth of the hybrid commenced its move: one who owned both pigments of the wings and when switching from pearl to noir within a second could spur up uncontrollable chaos as the darkness would overtake your soul; allowing no one to be able to stop the force that possesses the being. For that was said to be the reason his son was rumored to kill his own father; allegedly labeling the inventor as the first hybrid. Moreover, the creator’s death rushed in, as none knew the cause, and the reign of a leader now belonged to his son, Kason. For then, he entitled this dimension that was opposite from Earth as Kastrone’s kingdoms.

At last, time’s essence slips into the centuries that hold the creations and the tales that redeem themselves through each generation; though if seconds are not written, it may remain a mystery in this dimension. Kastrone’s legacy was sure to be endured as a result of the expansion of the realm; defining itself through seven kingdoms that were found upon and each contained one of the seven powers, excluding the ones that are established with wings, the inventor noted in his findings. An explanation through summarizing may act as useful for an insight on where this story lied.

Soar above the southwest region of Kastrone, landing among the rocky mountain range of pure black opal. Such a wondrous yet sharp-to-the-touch terrain as it resembles the quaking destruction of tar. The collection of soft black clouds taunt at the demons, the noir winged supernaturals, that dwell upon the kingdoms with no sight of angels, a pearl winged supernatural, that dare to thrive in life under Kastrone’s Obsidian kingdom. A smoky fog hinder the ability to see where one may travel and nothing is able to resort to the gloom essence that the kingdom empowers. Obsidian’s element of darkness allows those under its rule to multiply the power of destruction that demons are guaranteed with by the noir pigment of wings. Such force can be of aid for protection or used for countermeasures against an opponent. Though the power stereotypes the personalities that reek of judgement; rebellious and untrustworthy collaborate for conspiracies to commence.

Along the west coastline, the sun distributes its rays, not intersecting, among the natural pathways. A divide that ensures the polar atmosphere as glacier walls intimidate the snowflakes that dance gracefully with the cold breeze, and the glistening performance of the waterfalls that fulfill peace with a slow flow. For this chilling and breathtaking divide can not separate those underneath the Azure kingdom’s ambition. A kingdom supported by angels and demons that undertake the elements of water and ice to their advantage.

Traveling up to the northern region of Kastrone, draws the encounters of different shades of lavender crystal towers that grow abruptly, striking a pose to demonstrate such beauty they possess. Not much is known to the supernatural’s knowledge about the demons and angels that control the element of air. And such air is to be used in a telekinetic way to tranquilize ruins that present themselves. For the Aire kingdom portrays the masterpiece of elegance yet mystery among its land.

Diagonally east of Kastrone’s Aire, conjures the myths humans refer to as the “lost city of gold.” Such subtle shades of gold that illuminate when the sun casts its spotlight, gives the greeting to its subjects reflecting off of carved gold statues that resemble leaders that roamed before them. Quite a pristine and elite code of conduct is held among the angels that dwell in such fine golden refuge; for a demon population is nonexistent in the Dorado kingdom. These angels are upheld with the inventor’s discovery of the element of electricity.

Entering the south eastern territory, invite those through a precarious jungle, where vines lie lazily among the support of branches that prohibit the sight of the sky. An environment where many unique creatures quest for survival and for grace to thrive among the lively green scenery. A hot tropical climate creates the perfect domain for Kastrone’s Emerald kingdom. A home that is suited for both angels and demons with the element of Earth. But what can be implanted in the ground may not grow into what is desired.

South of Emerald, consists of the parched sand and driest of deserts that can soak up water in less than a second. Its competitive edge emerges as the vibe Saffron sets among Kastrone’s kingdoms. Race tracks with burnt scratches that are marked with every mile per hour does not confide with the element of speed that angels and demons contain under Saffron. For that ability is beneficial for such a kingdom to be reliable in the protection of all Kastrone’s kingdoms.

Kastrone’s last kingdom formed towards the center, extending bridges towards the others as if it were lending a hand to all. As many stroll towards the center, they are welcomed with boiling red magma that was displayed beneath fire resistant glass, enacting as a sign of direction of where they were headed. Streaks of lava between the stone streets bring dominance while red fire roses organize a path into town. Such contrasts embrace the rosy warmth of Kastrone’s Cardinal kingdom. Angels and demons within such a kingdom wrap their surroundings with compassion towards the element of fire. Cardinal grasps the ultimate rule among the other kingdoms since the creator made known first of this power. And for Cardinal to be the center of attention, all of Kastrone’s legacy will be determined in the hands of this kingdom.

And peace would be promised but denied in the mists of tension, for the sun hid behind the moon in fear. Fear that anguished upon Kastrone as those have acknowledged it as a glitch. An error in the system of order that set fire to a war, the war of Ohn Caste. From then, was the truth unraveled by the hem that was created by a human.

Finally!

Shut up!