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Black Wings

By coolcat3

Adventure / Fantasy

Daydreaming

Intelligent they said he was, but Cooro never seemed to pay any mind to well… anyone in that matter. He was raised in a church, and he lived in the spare room in the attic of the building. He didn't remember anything of parents, so he was tenderly confused as to what they were and how they worked. He made a few friends over the years in the small town that he was found in. They all appeared to be very nice.

Cooro was in the car with one now, Jonathan, and his little sister and her friend on their way back from a trip to a not so nearby lake. Cooro had fun.

They played chicken. He made sand castles and played in the soft red clay near the lake's edge. Jonathan had put markings on Cooro's and his cheeks to make them look like the old natives of the land. They also walked and ran around a lot to the point of exhaustion.

But, Cooro in the back window seat of the car, now stared out of the window as if he was in a trance. Jonathan knew he did this sometimes, and he chose most every time to just ignore him. Cooro could get a bit – sidetracked sometimes. Everyone seemed to know that about him once they were around him for a while.

Cooro stared out at the green trees passing by in a blur and wondered what they were all called and if he would ever see the actual mountains again. His dark brown eyes reflected off the glass and in the reflection his slightly tanned face and still semi wet black hair also shown. He smiled when he saw that red clay marks were still visible on his cheeks.

Then, the scenery switched from the dense forest to the open mountains! Cooro almost chuckled in delight of them but just kept a smile on his face. He longed for open spaces. In his heart he was a free spirit. Cooro put a hand up, and it lingered near the window his fingertips barely touching the glass.

He wasn't displeased with himself. He was just… bored, or not made for just one place he guessed. He'd always felt a longing to leave, to where he had no clue.

Cooro turned toward Jonathan who looked half asleep still in his swimsuit as Cooro also was. Then, Cooro looked back out the window.In a flash, Cooro wasn't in the car anymore.


He was standing on a cliff in different clothes, a few years younger? No that age was what he felt he was, but he was still twelve. He had on a jacket, and was wearing black tennis shoes, a pair of jeans, and a bright red shirt. He started to cry in an unknown grief as he squatted down on the dirt ground and covered his face with his hands in an effort to hide his tears as they flowed down his cheeks.

"Mommy!" he said in a muffled tone to no one in particular, but he hoped she was in good health. He wanted to find her so badly!

He saw her beautiful face in his mind, her eye color not quite clear but her black hair unmistakably like his yet a lot longer blowing in a strong wind. The wind took her away… Cooro thought in his sadness. I need to find a way to get to her. Maybe if I flew?

As if on demand, a tall hawk appeared beside of him. Cooro gingerly peeked up from behind his hands, and his head rose up to look at the hawk. It was a lovely brown color and—taller than he was!

Cooro's face turned confused. "Why are you here?" he asked it. The hawk cocked its head.

"Well, a cheeky little one you are! I am here to help you," he said as he peered at Cooro with his serious, sharp-looking eyes.

"With what?" Cooro asked dumbfounded. Why am I completely normal with talking to a hawk? He thought still flabbergasted.

"About your mother," that hawk said, not seemingly bothered in the least. "I can help you with finding her."

Suddenly, Cooro felt terrified. How many other people had the hawk, whatever it was, 'helped'? Where were they? Why were they at the top off a precipice? Questions zipped through the young boy's mind faster than he could count.

"Just follow me," said the hawk, and it jumped off the cliff side.

Cooro didn't even let out a gasp in his mad dash to see where it had gone. He reached the edge and carefully peered down. It is terribly high up here! But, the ground looks so small; it's amazing!

Cooro decided to take off his jacket since he was starting to get hot and placed the light brown wear behind him on the ground. Before he turned back around though, the wind picked up and blew the thing away!

"Hey!" Cooro was about to run after it like a fiend when he felt something grab onto his shoulders. He felt himself being pulled up into the air.

"Hey, what's going o—?"

The hawk from before had reappeared and lifted Cooro off of the ground, and before he could do anything, Cooro was falling into the empty space beside of the cliff!

"Ahhhh!"

He spread both of his arms out and his legs, kind of like a skydiver does. But, when am I gonna stop falling! "I have to stop falling, I have to stop falling, I have to stop!" Cooro almost chanted in his fear. Tears, from the gusts tearing at his face, threatened to slip out.

Then, he felt a jerk on his upper back that made him close his eyes tightly and exhale what air he was holding in. When Cooro opened his eyes, he saw the cliff's wall, but he was not falling anymore. He was… floating? Huh?

Cooro had no explanation for this strange phenomenon, but then he looked at his arms. They were covered in black feathers. That's kind of odd and cool in a way. The thought popped in Cooro's mind, but in truth, he had no idea what to think of in his shock. He wasn't very much afraid though, but he sincerely hoped that he would wake up soon because this had to be some sort of dream.

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