Losstars

In a world foreign to your own, yet tauntingly familiar, reign two kingdoms. Earth no longer exists, for it has destroyed and rebuilt itself anew. Legends say the moon was hit by a strange force which broke it and sent the world into chaos as shards fell to the earth and the balance of nature was permanently altered. Many died, and the world the people of that era had worked so hard to create, fell to ruin. Pollution reigned, crops failed, and water became like poison. Those who survived scattered over the world, and grew even scarcer afterwards. These individuals became the ancestors of my people, and the people still down on the now repaired and renamed world, known as, Lubella.

The one special thing I am grateful for from the calamity over five thousand years ago would be the blessings the world gave my ancestors to survive. When the world was lost, the survivors had to adapt to it or they would die. This meant growing and evolving to save themselves from the ever-growing dangers of the world. This included wings and longer, stronger, and lither bodies to both out-fly and outrun their predators, whom had also evolved to become many times their original size and their once easily avoided natural weapons became deadlier. My ancestors were strange creatures. They claimed to be all knowing but believed in the mythical more than ever. Little did they know how time would make their world like their myths and legends.

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I closed the book and stood from my desk, gliding across the floor to my bedside table where my grooming brush was set, looking at my wings in the mirror begrudgingly before picking up the brush and gently beginning to take care of the many unruly hairs that stuck out on my wings. Those terrible, ugly things stuck to my back. Since I was little I’ve been able notice how strange I am and the hateful looks I have received throughout my life. I’ve always known it’s because of these ghastly wings. The reason is simple, they aren’t what they’re supposed to be. There are only two races in this world that look like each other, and they are the Lahnari, and the Fenilla, who have been at odds for almost one thousand years now. The main differences between these peoples are their wings, eye, hair, and skin colors. Otherwise they are identical aside from differences in culture. I am a Lahnari, of whom are meant to have pale skin, and brightly colored eyes and hair, due to our climate in the sky. Because of the way the world broke, my people were left to survive on the floating parts of Lubella. This led to our wings developing like that of birds, and so we have beautiful, full, feathered wings as black as the crow’s. The Fenilla on the other hand adapted in the surviving jungles and boiling hot lands below. They have much darker skin, ranging in grays, purples, and deep pinks, with dark blues, blacks, and similarly dark yet flattering hair colors. Their eyes are said to be enchantingly beautiful in colors difficult to even explain because they seem to shimmer a different color every time one looks into them. And then there are their wings. Their wings are as big and beautiful as that of the giant butterflies, coming in so many colors and patterns that it would take dozens of books to even try writing down and drawing examples of every kind.

It is within these differences that my problem lies. Again, I am a fair skinned, light purple haired, and sapphire blue-eyed Lahnari…. with the wings of a Fenilla.