Inheritance

Chapter 8- Snowflake

Thump...Thump...Thump...
The steady beat comforted me. It reminded me of something, though it was too long ago to place it...
Thump...Thump...Thump...
I swayed slightly, as if being rocked in a cradle. It was soothing and peaceful...
But that wasn't what bothered me. In fact, it was far from that.
What bothered me was the fact cold wind blew on my face and head.
Why was there wind?
I opened my eyes and froze. I was maybe 70 feet above the ground, and speaking of ground... It was flashing by faster then I could care to make out. Were those trees or pebbles...?
I couldn't contain myself any longer. I screamed.
Whoever was holding me flinched, letting me go. I fell, tumbling and twisting through the air. The trees rushed up to meet me. Just before they did, a hand grabbed my arm. I clutched it like a lifeline, even wrapping my tail around their arm for good measure. They swooped and flew up again, although not quite so high. I shivered, completely drained of warmth from the fear that coursed through me.
I craned my head up to see my savior, then froze as I beheld the angel girl from before. Her dark, brown curly hair blew gently in the wind. Her beautiful brown skin shimmered in the sun, looking completely unmarked. Her piercing green eyes looked beautiful, and it seemed like someone had taken the purest, most perfectly cut emerald and somehow turned it into her eye color. Her wings were beautiful too. Full of fiery colors so they seemed to be alive. The sun on her back only seemed to enhance her beauty. It made it appear as if she was glowing, a true testament to her race. She looked as if she was made by the gods to entrance mortal men...
I shook my head and tried to ignore those thoughts. But I couldn't help but blush as I looked at her. It was something about her...
"Are you ok? I never heard someone scream as loud as you."
"I-I'm fine."
"If I didn't know better, snowflake, I would say your scared of heights."
My pride bristled at the nickname.
"Snowflake..?"
"Yeah. Cause your hair is as white as snow." She giggled. I grumbled.
"Its not funny."
"Sure it is snow boy.
I sighed.
"If your going to make fun of me can you at least tell me where we're going?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
"Hm.. Then can you tell me why you took me?"
"You'll have to wait and see."
"I really don't get why you don't--"
"What are your powers?"
"Excuse me, what?"
"I SAID what are YOUR powers?"
I was quiet.
"I could drop you again." She tilted her head slightly, grinning.
"Fine! I'll tell you! At the least my powers can teleport items and other such things to me or from me. I can also teleport myself."
"And at the most?"
I went quiet again.
"You know, I'm starting to get the feeling you don't like to talk about yourself."
"Whatever gave that away?"
"Tell you what. You anwser my questions, and I won't drop you. Deal?"
"Maybe. I'll answer what I want to."
"Fine then. Why are you scared of heights?"
My stomach churned.
"Because of something that happened long ago."
"Like what?"
"Like shut up."
She pretended to drop me and I clutched at her again.
"Jesus angel! Give me a break!"
She laughed.
"Don't tell me to shut up, snowflake. Or I'll see how loud you scream this time."
"Don't call me Snowflake."
"I can call you what I want, where I want, When I want."
"And if I have a problem with that?"
"I hope you like the taste of ground." She was grinning mischievously. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Fine. You can call me snowflake. But it doesn't mean I have to like it."
"Yay!" She smiled, and I couldn't help but smile a little too.
"So tell me, snowflake. Can demons fly?"
The question was like a punch to the gut.
"You ok snow boy?"
"Yeah just... something we demons tend to not talk about. But I'll tell you." She waited patiently as I continued.
"Some demons DO get wings, but its very rare. 1 in 298000."
"Sounds rough. Why so few?"
"Because it depends solely on genetics. If your ancestor was a angel, for instance, you'll have a high chance to get wings."
"Was YOUR ancestor a angel?"
"No, but my grandma was."
She raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"You mean to tell me you have a angel for a grandma?? Doesn't that make you 1/4 angel?"
"Its a little more then that but yeah."
She whistled.
"Wow. Never knew. Then why are you afraid of heights?"
"Like I already said, its because of something that happened long ago."
"How long ago?"
"Idk. Stop asking questions."
"Never." She smiled.
We were quiet for a moment, then she broke the silence.
"Sooo... Snowflake. Do you have wings?"
I hesitated, then shook my head.
"I think your lying demon boy."
"Seriously does it LOOK like I have wings?"
"No but I saw--"
Suddenly a arrow whizzed by. She rolled to avoid it.
"Hang on. This might get difficult.."


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