Ablackwing 82 His Memories

"His!" I answered her instantly. I wanted to know what was wrong with him that he decided to make such a harsh decision of tearing off his wing. I wanted to understand him more so that I could help him.

"Then you shall see them." Little Eve snapped her fingers and the surroundings changed. That darkness started to dissipate into the particles of different colors. The different particles converged together and transformed into thin fibre like substance. Those fibres then weaved themselves together and I saw the birth of a world.

The next moment, I was in front of a wooden house. I looked back and saw clouds floating around. I could see a few small and large islands above those clouds in the sky. From one of the island, water was falling down into nothingness and it didn't take me long to realize that I was standing on one of those floating islands. I was sure that it was Eden- the world of angels. It looked so wonderful. The rest of it looked so blurred.

"So that's what Black meant by 'cloud' based." I remembered it.

"Do you know where he was born?" Little Eve asked me while looking at that house.

"He said he was born in the wilds."

"So naive. Are children born in orphanages?"

"Don't tell me he lied to me?" Little Eve didn't answer me but she pa.s.sed through the door and entered inside. When I tried to touch the door, my hand just pa.s.sed through. I walked through the door and looked around. Most of the things were hazy and I couldn't make out what they were. Then I heard faint sounds coming out of a room ahead. I walked to that room and peeked inside.

I could see two angels standing in front of a cradle. One was a man and the other a woman. Little Eve was standing behind that cradle and she hinted me to come in. I was hesitant.

"Don't worry. They're not real. It's just a memory."

When I heard that, my hesitation was gone and I entered. I went near the cradle, I realized that the faces of both of them were blurred and I couldn't see their features. It was funny how the most important detail was blurry. I turned my head towards the cradle and saw a newborn with little silver hair on his head. His eyes were big and shining emerald green. His cheeks were chubby and his toothless mouth was curved in a big smile. He was so happy.

That was my Black as a baby! He looked so cute! I tried to touch him but my hand just went through him. Even though I knew that it wasn't real, it would be awesome if I could just hold the newborn Black in my arms. I could then tease him later.
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Just then, the expression of baby Black changed. He became expressionless and it looked so odd. His shining eyes lost their shine. He emitted a black aura from his little body and his parents took a few steps away from the cradle. After that brief moment, everything returned to normal once again.

"Black too was born like every child does. But when his parents realized he was a bloodthirsty, they decided to leave him in the wilds."

Those thin fibres made of particles dissipated like smoke and once again weaved themselves together to create the next scene.

This time, I was in a forest. A forest so dense that even light was barely able to find its way out of the leaves and branches. I could hear voices, roars of so many beasts that my blood ran cold. Little Eve flew and I followed her. After a few seconds, little Eve stood beside a huge tree. That tree had a seemingly hollow trunk as I could see a small entrance. I too bent down and peeked inside.

I saw a small child with silver hair. He had a cute small wing growing on his back. Little Black was only old enough to barely crawl. He was curled like a ball as he had wrapped his arms around his legs. His body still shivered because of the cold surroundings. But he was brave. He didn't cry. My heart hurt when I looked at baby Black like that and I reached out for him, only to realize that my hand once again pa.s.sed through him.

"It's just a memory Eve." Little Eve reminded me.

"How can such a small baby survive in the wilds?"

"He was lucky. He possessed the legendary ability to talk to the lifestream and he unconsciously devoured the lifestream as a source of energy."

"How can his parents be so cruel?" I know that I shouldn't but I couldn't stop myself from hating his parents.

"Do you know, when he grew up and Eden told him the truth, he didn't hate them. He wasn't even angry at them because he could understand them. He just let them go like they let him. The lifestream became his only family."

"What's there to understand?"

"Let me tell you a tale. A few centuries ago, demons waged a war against angels. The whole angel race partic.i.p.ated in that war because the demons wanted to destroy everything. The war went on for years and angels defended bravely but then it happened. A few of the bloodthirsty angels awakened as demons. The bloodthirsty were too strong and could easily overpower the strongest of seraphs. As they slaughtered their way into Eden the delicate balance of war tilted in favor of demons.

At that time, Eden screamed in horror when she saw her children being slaughtered. Eden created three cursed blades that were later called Eden's Scream. The blade would provide angels with exceptional power but at the price of their own life. The Eden's Scream fought off the bloodthirsty but too many lives were sacrificed in the process. Angels won that war but the wounds of that war can still be traced in present times.

After the war, the council of the surviving seraphs and higher angels decided that a bloodthirsty should be exiled to the forest of darkness as soon as he shows first signs of awakening. The weak angel race couldn't bear the risk of awakening of another bloodthirsty. Black's parents, they were still kids when the great war happened. The horrors of war were still alive in their hearts. And they were scared when they found out that their child was a bloodthirsty, an abomination, a scourge to Eden. They can not be blamed."

Little Eve recited the tale of the great war to me. There was no one to be blamed for this. But my Black did suffer pain. Even though he suffered injustice, his heart was big enough to forgive them and let it all go. I was so proud of my Black.

The scenes started to change at a rapid pace. Black started to grow up and learn. Eden taught him everything, from speaking normally to writing, from climbing on the trees and picking up fruits to hunting the beasts of wilds, from swimming to building a treehouse. I couldn't see or hear Eden but with the way baby Black behaved at times, I could feel that there was someone he was talking to.

When he was ten, he wanted to venture out and see the world beyond wilds but little did he know that there was another injustice waiting for him.

The scenes once again changed. This time I was in the middle of a giant hall shimmering in gold. The walls were carved with mysterious and beautiful designs by a master craftsman. There were pillars on both sides of the halls, so huge that they appeared to be able to support heaven. There was a platform up ahead where some angels were standing. On the red carpet, in the middle of the hall, many little angels were chatting among themselves. Even though most of them were different in height and shape, they had one similarity. They all had only one wing. Some of those wings were pure but others had a tint of greyness.

Black was standing quietly in a corner, just looking at others with curiosity. It was the first time he was seeing other angels.

"Can I have your attention, little ones?" the angel standing in the centre of the platform spoke up and the little angels stopped talking.

"Do you know why you all have gathered here?" The little angels looked at each other for an answer but none of them knew.

"Sigh. I hate to be the bearer of this truth every time." That person sighed. "Let me start with the story of wings then. Do you guys know, the reason we angels are able to pa.s.s through the different world barriers is because of our wings. The reason we don't feel tired despite constantly flying is because of our wings. But these abilities were not ever present. Even the wings were not present in the angels of distant past. The legendary angels crafted the mould of wings together and carved them with these abilities. And these abilities are the blessings we receive at our birth.

But not everyone could perfectly inherit these blessings after the era of the legendary angels. And some of the unfortunate ones are born with only one wing... The pair of wings use lifestream as the energy source for the abilities. But one wing... It feeds off the lifeforce inside one. The amount it requires is too immense. As the wing grows, the lifeforce it syphons off starts to increase. Unable to meet its need after a time, the lone wing starts to rot. It turns darker and darker. The day it completely turns black is the day the angel dies..."

The little angels looked at each other with horror in their eyes. Black was stunned. But despite that reaction, that angel continued.

"There is a way out though. An unstable wing can be attached to someone with one wing and that one can become whole once again."

Those little angels were solemn. It was like they understood everything. Black was just blankly staring with anger in his eyes. The bloodthirst that he had suppressed since his birth had finally flared up again. He repeatedly shook his head, trying to bring his mind to normal state. His anger was completely understandable. When he was a child, his parents left him. And now he found out he can not even live despite the suffering he went through.

"The cruelty of fate awakened the bloodthirsty nature of Black once more and his lifeforce started to corrupt." Little Eve spoke.

"Even though this is the case, we cannot choose the fate of any one of you. And that's why the council had decided long ago that when they turn ten, the one winged angels are to be sent to Gaia and battle it out for the wings. The victor gets to become whole, and the ones who lose their wings become a mortal and live the rest of their life on Gaia, never to come in contact with us again. Today is the day you will be sent to Gaia. What happens there is entirely your choice... And we all are sorry. There is nothing else we can do." That angel sincerely apologized to the little kids and stopped talking so that the little angels could get time to understand his words.

"What happened after that?" I asked little Eve who was beside me.

"You didn't look around carefully."

"What does that mean?"

Instead of answering me right away, little Eve pointed in a certain direction. I turned my head and I saw a girl, trying to hide behind one of the pillars. I knew that hair style, that small stature and those bright eyes. Another little Eve standing there!

"How?"

"Eve, you too were once an angel."