Silvery Wings

By: Darth Sakura

Hunger and cold were the only thing he could feel.

Breathing deeply he found out through his aching muscles that walking through the forest was getting harder and harder. If only Theodore knew that running away from home could turn out to be so dangerous and difficult. He thought that maybe... just maybe his reasons for leaving were not that important after all.

Perhaps everything was too much for him. Theodore thought that only running away from his mom, his home and the nagging feeling in his stomach that made him want to cry and scream would free him somehow. That in the forest he could finally breathe. His conscience was not letting him relax, and in his overloaded emotions only one word appeared brightly in his mind.

Run...

The weather seemed to get colder still, his bones screamed for rest and his stomach pleaded for warm food and water. He did not to notice the tears that were coming from his closed eyes. He could only hear the shadows looking at him through the movement of the wind, watching his every move and smelling his every ghostly pant. The sound of flying bats froze his blood, and he waited infinite seconds for the sound to disappear.

His only comfort was that the mother of the night was looking out for him, and calming his heart through radiant light.

He hugged his knees and, while trying to get rid of the disgusting bugs running in his legs, he thought of his mother, wishing to be back at home. Eating all kind of pastries that his mother knows he loves, drinking the hot chocolate she makes for him before he leaves to bed and listening her singing voice in the background while he closes his eyes whispering a good night...

The creature of the night was suddenly moving; darkness was now getting ready to proclaim his soul and spirit. Theodore closed his eyes again and breathed deeply for his heart to slow down. Suddenly, everything quiet down and, opening his eyes, he saw a pair of silvery wings dancing in the sparkling sky, pointing at something.

It was beautiful.

Inside he knew that they were telling him something through their flight, yet he was not to be able to understand them. His instincts told him to follow them, to trust them; they know the way.

So he did.

He observed how those light gray wings were elegant and dazzling. In their swing they seemed to sing in lyrics of light and darkness. They belonged to this place, to the forest; it was their shrine. Their radiance is to be followed and movements to be loved.

Without even noticing it, he was back at home, and tears ran through his dirty face. He could not believe that he was back; he did not think he would make it. Painfully were the last steps he did to get to the door. His legs hurt and itched so much that when he finally got there, he just surrender to the floor and sighed in contentment.

With the last of his energy he knocked the door and submitted to his very demanded dream world. His mother was in total shock to see Theodore lying on the floor unconscious; she did not notice his absence. Rapidly she took his precious son, with watery eyes, to the house blaming herself for not noticing he was gone, and not being patient enough for his troubled years of childhood with his deceased father. She hugged and singed in his sleep, words meaning a thousand of sorry’s, forgive me’s and promises.

None of them noticed the moon, watching them contentedly in blue glow.