Wings of Fate: Elena’s Forbidden Encounter

Wings Over the Tower

I was staring out of my bedroom window when I saw it.
A horse.

Not just any horse, but a radiant white stallion standing still on top of the old stone tower at the edge of the village. My breath caught in my throat. My heart slammed down into my stomach as if the ground beneath me had collapsed. Horses don’t climb towers. Horses don’t perch like statues on weathered stone.

And yet, there it was—its mane shimmering like silver fire, its eyes glowing with a light that chilled me to the bone. Then I noticed the wings. Vast, powerful, angelic wings, stretched out against the night sky.

My hands trembled as I fumbled for my phone. Without thinking, I snapped a picture and sent it to my mother, Margaret.

“Look! I’m not imagining this. It’s real.”

Her reply came within seconds, cold and dismissive:

“Elena, you’re tired. You must be seeing things. Horses don’t stand on towers.”

I wanted to believe her. God, I wanted to believe her. But the horse didn’t vanish. It stood there, watching me. Not moving, not blinking—watching me.

I texted again, fingers shaking. “Check the picture. Just look.”

The three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. Then her answer dropped like a stone into my chest:

“Dear God… how is that horse on the tower?”

The moment I read her words, I knew I wasn’t hallucinating. Fear coiled around my lungs, tightening with every breath. The air in my room grew heavy, suffocating. I could barely breathe.

Then another message appeared:

“I’m coming home right now. Lock the door. Don’t let anyone in.”

That was the moment I knew I was in real danger.

The stallion’s eyes blazed brighter, as though it sensed my fear. My knees weakened, and yet I couldn’t tear my gaze away. Every second, I felt its presence press closer, even though it hadn’t moved. The wings shimmered as if ready to take flight, but instead, the beast stood perfectly still—focused only on me.

I jumped when I heard the rattle of keys outside. My mother had arrived. I ran to the door, heart pounding so hard it echoed in my ears. Margaret stumbled inside, her face pale, her chest heaving.

“Close the door, quickly!” she gasped.

We slammed it shut, bolting the lock. For a moment, I thought we were safe. Until the window shattered.

A weight crashed into the room. Shards of glass sprayed across the floor, glittering like ice. And through the wreckage stepped the stallion. Its enormous wings filled the space, brushing the ceiling and walls. The air smelled of rain and roses, sweet and terrifying.

I screamed, clinging to my mother. And then—before my eyes—the horse began to change.

The feathers burned away like smoke. Its legs stretched and shifted. Its face elongated, reshaped, transformed. Within moments, the stallion was gone, replaced by a man.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. His hair black as midnight, falling messily across his brow. His eyes—those same burning eyes—pierced through me, their dark glow pulling me in like a tide.

He smiled, slow and cold. His voice was low and steady, vibrating through my bones.
“There is no need to fear, Elena. I came for you.”

I froze, torn between terror and a strange pull deep in my chest. My mind screamed at me to run, but my body leaned toward him, as though I had always known this man.

My mother stepped in front of me, her voice sharp with fury.
“Stay away from her!”

But he raised his hand, calm as death itself.
“No one can keep me from her. She has belonged to me… long before she was even born.”

The words crashed over me like thunder. Belonged to him? Before I was born? My heart thrashed wildly. My legs refused to move. His gaze locked mine, and it felt as if he was drawing the very breath from my lungs.

Margaret clutched my hand and began reciting prayers, her voice trembling.
But instead of retreating, he only smiled wider.

“I have been with you in every nightmare,” he whispered. “I have guarded you in your sleep. I waited as you grew. And now I’ve come to claim what was always mine.”

Tears burned my eyes. As horrifying as his words were, part of me… believed him. Part of me recognized him, as if from some forgotten dream.

Mother screamed again, calling him cursed. But he only chuckled, the sound echoing like distant thunder.

“Cursed to you, perhaps,” he said. “But to her… I am salvation.”

He reached out his hand to me. And though my body shook, I nearly lifted my own to meet it.

Then—light.

A blinding beam of light shot through the window, slashing across the room. For an instant, wings unfolded from his back again, glowing brilliantly—then dissolved into black smoke. His face twisted with fury and sorrow all at once.

He looked at me, his voice breaking like a vow.
“No matter where you run, Elena. You are mine. You will return to me.”

And with that—he vanished.

Only the scent of roses remained.

That night, I didn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face. His wings. His burning gaze. His voice whispered in the dark, promising, calling.

When sleep finally took me, I found myself in a world of endless fog. Cold seeped into my bones. My bare feet sank into frost.

And from the mist, he came.

Lucian.

Wings wide, eyes black but glowing with a strange light—half terror, half comfort.

His smile was softer this time, tinged with sorrow.
“I missed you,” he said.

My lips trembled. “Why do you keep appearing? Who are you?”

He stepped closer, his touch brushing my cheek. My skin tingled, my heart stuttered.

“I am no stranger. I was your knight. Your lover. Betrayed, murdered before your eyes. My soul bound to yours ever since. I waited for you to return, Elena. And now, the moment has come.”

Images slammed into my mind—memories not my own. A white dress. His blood. My screams. His name on my lips as he fell.

I gasped, clutching my chest.
“It was real? I was there?”

He nodded.
“You were there. You were mine. And tonight, we are together again.”

Behind me, faint and desperate, I heard my mother’s voice, as though carried from another universe.
“Elena! Don’t leave me! Come back!”

Tears streamed down my face. His hand reached out, his eyes pleading. My mother’s voice called, raw with fear.

And still, I lifted my hand to his.

The moment our fingers touched, light exploded around us. Wings burst from his back, wrapping me in a circle of brilliance. The ground fell away.

We soared.

Over oceans, over starlit skies. The wind roared in my ears. My fear melted into strange, blissful calm. For the first time in my life, I felt… home.

He pulled me close, his own tears falling freely.
“No force can part us now,” he whispered.

I laid my head against his chest. And I smiled through my tears.

From that night on… Elena was never seen again.

But on nights of the full moon, villagers swore they saw a winged horse gliding above the sea, carrying a young woman in its embrace. Her laughter echoed over the waves. And beside her, the voice of a man answered with endless devotion.

Together at last.
Forever bound.