Mysterious Visit, Evil In Humanity | The Girl With Wings

Six: A Mysterious Visit

It was late on a weekend night when Faith was fast asleep in the attic. She didn’t hear the gentle toes walking on the roof above her. She only woke and looked at the skylight above her when she heard a knock. It was a child boy with long blonde hair and blue-greenish eyes. He had wings too. His wings radiated a bluish glow. He waved hello to her before he laughed. He put his hand on the window, and he phased through. He floated down onto the attic floor without causing much of a disturbance.

“Hello, Faith,” the boy greeted.

Faith bolted up. “How do you know my name?”

The boy laughed again. “I am Fate. I know everyone’s name.” He opened his hand like he was asking Faith to take it, but a book appeared like blue clouds poofing it into life. It had a purple covering with no words on it. Lennox's astronomy book was smaller in comparison.

“What is that?” Faith asked, still unnerved as she got out of bed.

He opened it and flipped through the pages. “A book of people and their future- fate- duh.” His pupils bounced up and down when he said 'duh.'

“How many? Is mine in there?”

Fate chuckled. “Yes. This book contains more people than the number of friends you have.”

Ow, Faith thought, both offended, hurt, a bit amused, and somewhat curious. "Do you have friends?"

Fate's hand turned the book diagonally back and forth as he went into thought. "Yes," he turned back to his focus on her. "We are in the same boat when it comes to the amount of friends we have. Anything alive is in the book. That means you.”

“Are you alive?”

Fate hiccuped, taken aback by Faith's question. “Yes, I am alive,” he turned some pages and pointed to his name in the book while showing it to her.

“Fate Crossreach, 11: Forever-free and unnoticed or noticed by command,” Faith read. He pulled his book away with pride.

He boasted, “I can write people’s fate, including myself. If I want riches, I’ll get riches. If I want to be free, I’ll be free. If I don’t want to be seen, I’ll be unseen. I only revealed myself to you, so if anyone comes out to check on you, they might think you're talking to the deceased.”

“It makes your being alive statement very questionable," Faith commented, confused.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I can see that. I don't care what they don't see. I'm still here.”

Faith's eyes lit up. "Can you tell mine? Can you rewrite fate that already happened?" Her hope of seeing her parents again was revived.

Fate shook his head with a relentless grin. "Pff! I am not spoiling it for you. I can't change the past. It's already been written. No revisements! This book is not like any other book; I can't go back and change it."

"Awww," Faith whimpered as she lowered her head, bummed out. Seeing her parents again was not going to be easy.

Fate slammed his book shut and looked at Faith, not saying anything. He tilted his head, feeling genuine woe for her. He knew her past, yet he could not read her mind to see what she wanted to change from her past.

Faith lifted her head and asked, “Were you whispering in my head?” She heard his voice, similar to the one who had talked to her days earlier.

“Yeah,” he shamelessly admitted. He flapped his wings to float in the air. “It was my word to tell what you should do, along with the Alliance of Life.”

“Alliance of Life?”

His book poofed into nothing. Fate's hand went into his pocket to pull out an item. He reached out to her with a red heart necklace with golden glass ribbons wrapping around the heart. These ribbons were part of the heart, not put together by glue or anything. Faith gets flashbacks on how many people she healed and the gifts her family received. So many people have taken gratitude for her presence that people with unnatural abilities noticed her.

“What is this?” Faith asked as she examined the necklace, not taking it just yet.

“This is who you are. This is who we are. We are part of the Alliance of Life. We search for people like you. Go, take this necklace,” Fate kindly explained.

Faith slowly grabbed the necklace and put it on her neck. The necklace flashed light gold before returning to normal. “Thank you,” Faith replied.

Fate spread his wings wide open. “We will meet together again, Faith,” he informed before taking off, going through the roof. Faith looked up into the skylight above. She didn’t see him fly into the night sky. Fate was gone.

Seven: Evil in Humanity

Sunday–the day of church. Faith didn’t bother those who believed in God. Anything or anyone that helped someone to persevere was fine. She contently listened to the sermon before she split away from her foster family, waving goodbyes as usual. She was off to help in the hospital again. She became their little nurse during the week. On her way home, she soon learned that not everyone took the joy of the girl with wings. Some people were evil. That night, she didn’t come home. While walking home, two men, all dressed in dark, wintry clothing, knocked her out and took her away by carriage. She woke up in a crummy old cabin with a collapsed roof. She was on the snowy wooden floor, her hands chained to the wall. She pulled and pulled on the chains, but they didn’t break.

One of the darkly-dressed men laughed. “Don’t bother, pixie. They are stronger than you,” he told her with a grin.

They tried to rip off her wings, but they stood sturdy. The men tried to rip out the feathers to make a profit by making feather pens with them, yet the feathers were locked in good. They weren’t getting them at any time.

“Let me go, you evil thieves,” Faith demanded as she tugged on the chains again. “The people need me!”

“Ha! They could go on without you, little Faith. Their bodies could heal without you! You are more than a want than a need,” the same man coldly remarked. “Be quiet, or else Bevil will remove your coat.”

“Without me, Firly would’ve still been under smallpox!” Faith argued. “There would still be people dying without peace!”

“Bevil, remove her coat,” the evil man ordered with a snap of his fingers. “The cold will keep her quiet.”

A week went by. Firly searched and searched for Faith, but no luck. Ruthe, Lennox, Castra, and Isaac were sad she was gone. They looked for her the hardest, even going beyond the borders of Firly, but they couldn’t find her. It was like a gloomy curse was cast onto the town. The smiles vanished. The ill and injured fell into critical condition. Disease reentered the town. Those outside of Firly suffered the same way.

Poor Faith was not lucky. She was sick from the cold, and she weakened as time went by as she was starved by the two men, who she figured out were Bevil and Caius. She didn’t sleep well, and she watched her captors count out the wealth they had stolen from others, laughing and counting the silver coins.

There must be a way out of here, Faith thought. I will push through to escape. Is this why my father told me to hide in the house? He didn’t want anything bad to happen to me. It can’t be avoided. My conversation with Harold tells me I must fight through! Never give up, and never let it poison my heart! I must sound life Fate- if I want to be free, I WILL be free!