Flash Fiction Friday (29)

Dottie over at Tink's Place have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take.

I have to thank Blodeuedd at Book Girl of Mur-y-Castell for introducing me to this fun meme. I don't know if I'll be able to keep up with every week, but I'll give it a try from time to time.

The Image This Week:

(Another quick one this week, thanks to the holidays.  Sorry, not that great, but it's here.)

By:  Melissa

Aerialisa turned the corner leading them away, still carrying the knife she just used to mutilate her own body.  Running was the only thing she could do now, after cutting off one of her wings.  She knew her sisters and brothers of the flock could feel her pain, just like they knew the love and heartache she felt as well condemning her to death by their laws.  They now are looking for her to investigate the agony she felt.  She had to get them away from him.

She just needed to give him time, enough time to boil her blood and burn the wing to ash.  Only then would they both be free of the powers of the Throne, the ones stopping her from doing as she wished, with him.  It was forbidden for her to be with a warlock.  A warlock.  What was she thinking?  Warlocks are of the blood the angels fought against.

Still breathing heavy from running, instead of her usual flying, which she was going to have to get use to, she heaved a few deep breaths trying to grit past the sharp pain of her mangled wing bone at her back and ran on.  Her legs where starting to burn from the strenuous use, they were not use to.  Yes, she's in shape but she's no runner, she's a flyer, or was a flyer.  She just needed to carry on a little longer, until Ithek completed his spell.

Her blood and wing should seal the spell to free her from their grasps, releasing the binding she had with other Archangels and the more powerful angels.  She will have a great deal to get use to, with only one wing which will have to go as well, but the pain of losing her wings was hard physically and mentally.  Wings were all she had known, until she met Ithek.

Ithek needed to hurry, Aerialisa thought, she couldn't run much further, and she stumbled over her feet as they started to become numb.  She fell, feeling pressure at her back.  When she turned the sun was blinding, but there stepping out of the light, or maybe into the light, the largest gorgeous angel she had ever seen.  The Seraphim.  She had never seen him, but heard of him through others.  He had come for her himself, her father.

Aerialisa knew the stiletto in her hand wouldn't do anything to help her in a fight, and she's to weak from the lose of blood and wing then the spell too.  She had nothing left in her to even beg for her immortal life.  She already lost one wing, as long as Ithek was safe, she would sacrifice her life for him.  She hoped he would stay safe and not come looking for her.