Wings and Wishes, a Fantasy fanfic

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Wings and Wishes
Chapter One
“The Kidnapped”

“Arisa! Wake up!”

Arisa rose with a yelp. Her older brother was standing at the side of her bed, a devilish grin on his face.

“Why, you,” she muttered and whacked him with her pillow. Mark laughed.

“Oh, come on, sis! Hurry and get ready. It’s you first day in my high school!”

Arisa groaned. She had gone to private school before today. But as a ‘mute child’ she never made any friends and was mocked. They decreed her a nuisance. Now she was going to a public school. Arisa threw back her blankets and hopped out of bed.

“I’ll go make breakfast.” Mark scurried out of the room, as happy as a little boy with his first puppy. Arisa shook her head and changed into an outfit her brother had picked out for her. Running a comb through her long hair, she walked out of the room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. Bacon sizzled on the stove, toast was in the toaster, and two plates of eggs were set out. Mark grinned at her, acknowledging that she was wearing his pick, flipped bacon onto both plates, and, as if on cue, the toast popped up. He buttered the toast and distributed it between the two plates. He set the plates on the table, along with glasses of milk and orange juice.

Arisa took a seat and Mark say down across from her. He immediately began shoveling food into his mouth, but Arisa picked at her own breakfast.

“Good morning, Mark. Arisa.” Her name was an after-thought. Arisa’s father walked in and poured himself a cup of coffee.

“’Morning, Father,” Mark replied. Arisa didn’t say anything. Her father wouldn’t care. He didn’t like her much. Arisa’s mother had died giving birth to her. Her father blamed her for the death. Only Arisa’s mother’s dying wish that her daughter have the best life she could had kept Arisa out of the adoption agency when she was little.

“Arisa, let’s go!” Mark was rinsing his plate in the sick. Arisa quickly finished her breakfast and put her plate in the soapy water in the sink. Grabbing her backpack, she followed her brother out the door.

“Yo, Mark!” Mark and Arisa were soon surrounded by people, both boys and girls.

“Hey, Mark, is she your new girlfriend?”

“She better not be,” a jealous looking girl muttered. Arisa’s face pinched and Mark laughed at her.

“I don’t think she likes these comments. She’s my sister.”

The jealous girl didn’t look jealous anymore. They guys were now eyeing her.

“Does the sister have a name?”

“Arisa.”

Arisa kicked her brother.

“Ow! What? They’re going to find out eventually!”

The school bell rang. The crowd dispersed and people headed into the school. Arisa paused outside the school doors. She noticed a guy sitting under an oak in the school yard. He was watching her over the top of a book. For some unknown reason to her, she liked him right away. Arisa gave a shy smile and scurried into the school after her brother.

Arisa walked into her homeroom class. Mark led her to the middle of the second to last row of seats and sat down. Arisa sat next to him in the last row. She watched as students filed into the classroom. Muttering filled the room as people whispered to each other. Arisa got the distinct impression it was about her.

“Quiet!” Silence filled the room immediately. “This is homeroom, people. So pay attention.” The teacher, an old bald man, took attendance. He read through his list of names. “Mark Tanaka.”

“Here!”

“Arisa Tanaka.”

Mark glanced at his sister. “Also here,” he said.

“Mr. Tanaka, you will speak when spoken to!”

“But, sir, my sister doesn’t speak.” Mutterings passed through the room. Arisa kicked her brother. “Well, you don’t,” he whispered.

“Silence!” the teacher exclaimed. “Mr. Tanaka, what do you mean, she doesn’t talk?”

“I mean she doesn’t talk. You know, make noised come out of her mouth resembling words and converse with people.”

“She is mute?”

“No, she just doesn’t talk.”

“That is what mute is, Tanaka.”

“No, mute is not being able- ow! Yes, sir, she’s mute.”

Arisa was glaring at her brother. She had kicked him much harder than usual.

“How do they expect teachers to teach a mute child?”

“Uh, sir. She doesn’t need to speak to learn.”

“Yes, yes, very well. Now be quiet,” the teacher snapped. He continued with roll call. “Jenna Smith.”

“Here.”

“Sis, that really hurt,” Mark whispered.

“Its’ your fault,” she hissed. She leaned back in her seat and glanced out the window. Then her eyes were glued outside. The oak was right there. And, standing beneath it, was the boy. His eyes were on her. Arisa couldn’t figure out what color they were. The color seamed to flash and shift. She was entranced by those eyes.

Strands of hair fell into his eyes. His hair was black with red tips. It hung down to his ears, spike-like. Arisa’s eyes wandered to his body. He was very muscular, with a nice six-pack. He wore no shirt. His jeans were black and looked very nice on him. He was obviously tall, as well.

“Arisa!”

Arisa’s attention was snapped back to class.

“Arisa, let’s go. Homeroom is over.”

Arisa glanced outside. He was gone. She gathered up her things and left the classroom to go find her next class.

An armada of Gemcalians surrounded him. Their red-tipped tails slashed through the air. Their eyes glowed amber and when they snorted red flicks of flame shot out. Two horns protruded from their foreheads, silver in color with the base set in a circle of jewels. They had two long whiskers, one on each side of their face, flowing back and giving them the look of old mean with mustaches. Their skin was a beacon in the dead of night, flashing silver and gold. Their wings were their most wondrous trait. Big and graceful, they were covered in small golden feathers, softer than down.

The Gemcalians were dragon-like, at best. They had long necks like giraffes and dragon heads. Their bodies were slender and close to the ground. They had short legs with razor claws. Their tails were long, reaching the length of one to two hundred yards, with spear-like tips. Usually when you were to see an animal like this, you might think it ugly. But Gemcalians were more beautiful than anything you are capable of imagining.

Karrian dug in the ground, removing earth from around an object he had buried there years ago. As he lifted the object, it glowed red and all dirt that clung to it disappeared. The object was a pendant. A silver circle with gold in the center shaped like a star, the tips of that star soldered to the silver. Placed in the middle of the star was a Dragons Jewel.

Arisa had been going to high school with her brother for three weeks. She had yet to catch another sight of the boy. Meanwhile, she had become known as Mark’s mute sister. Many guys had been learning sign language and showing it off to her. But when she signed back, their brains were too slow to comprehend what she was saying. So she had to do a letter of a word at a time very slowly so the guy could think about what it meant.

Her brother teased her about the guys, saying they had the hotts for her. But she couldn’t believe that anyone would think she was hot, especially when she was ‘mute.’

Arisa walked with her brother to the school parking lot. “Arisa, I want to make a stop somewhere before we go home, okay?”

“Okay.” Arisa climbed into her brother’s black BMW. Mark started the car and buckled himself in. Arisa felt a jolt of fear. She quickly buckled herself in and her hands automatically clutched her seat. Mark glanced over.

“Oh, come on, sis. Just because I buckle in doesn’t mean I’m going to kill us.”

“Yes, it does.”

Shaking his head, Mark shifted into gear and drove out of the parking lot.

Karrian blew on the Dragons Jewel. The jewel glowed silver.

“Why won’t you show me?!” he shouted at the jewel. Now the jewel glowed red. Karrian entered his own mind.

A girl with hair that outshone the sun and eyes deeper than any ocean and bluer than any sky stood before him. Her lips were redder than a rose and her skin had the milky creamy color of a pearl. He thought that if he so much as touched her, she would break into a million tiny jewels. The girl was looking at him, yet she did not seem to see him. Her eyes were glazed and haunted.

“Arisa!”

Karrian turned his head to see a boy running toward the girl but never getting closer. A grin was spread on his face and he was waving his arms like a child. The girl called Arisa turned to look at the boy. Her eyes widened and lost their glazed look.

“Mark?” she whispered. The boy started getting closer.

“Arisa, let’s go!” Mark grinned at her, waving his hand toward himself and running the other way.

“Mark!” Arisa stretched a hand out and ran after the boy. But the boy got further and further away, until he was gone. Arisa stood still, a tear streaking a path down her cheek. Her eyes became glazed and her head bowed.

Karrian’s sight returned to the world around him. The Dragons Jewel was glowing silver again. Karrian glared at it.

“So, that’s the way you want it, is it? You won’t show me anything but that girl. I think I know what you want.”

Arisa tapped her fingers to the rhythm of the music as she stared out the car window. Her brother had been in a tall office building for half an hour. Arisa spied the name of the company. R. H. H. K.

“Now what could that stand for?” Arisa whispered to herself. She jumped when the driver’s door opened and Mark climbed in. He grinned at her.

“I got the job,” he said.

“What job?”

“I work for R. H. H. K. now.”

“And they would be?”

Mark didn’t answer her. He drove the car home in silence. Arisa began to feel a foreboding.

Arisa trudged over to the busses. Mark hadn’t been able to drive her home for two weeks, saying each day that he had to work. Arisa had been taking the bus. As she climbed on and walked down the aisle she got a strange sensation. She walked to the back seat and slid up against the window. Students were getting on and talking loudly. Some boys were rocking the bus. Arisa looked outside. The sight made her blood chill.

It looked like the sun was dying. It was quickly getting dark. Students were standing in the courtyard, staring up at the sky. It wasn’t an eclipse, not storm clouds either. Just . . . darkness. It covered the sky until you could see nothing at all. Students were screaming. Lights flicked on along the streets and on the bus. Students crowded in groups around the busses.

Arisa spied something at the oak and gasped. It was the boy. She hadn’t seen him for weeks, and there he stood, calm and looking bored. His eyes locked with hers and flashed gold. Arisa found those eyes irresistible. She found herself standing and walking down the aisle of the bus. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She ran off the bus and to the oak where the boy stood. She didn’t question herself. She just knew that she had to reach the boy. She had almost reached the boy. Then she tripped.

She found herself in the boy’s arms. He had caught her. His eyes stared into hers. His face was close. They nearly touched noses. Arisa was intrigued by his eyes. After their flash of gold they had become dark. His eyes broke contact and focused on her lips. He brought his face closer.

Before she knew what was happening he was kissing her. Arisa couldn’t think straight. Her thoughts were scattered and irrelevant. All she could focus on was the kiss. She felt herself melting like butter. The boy, never breaking the kiss, picked her up and walked away. Arisa never had the thoughts to escape his grasp.

Karrian felt her cell phone vibrate. He pulled it out of her pocket, flipped it open and answered the call.

“Yo.”

There was a pause, then, “Yo yourself, you good for nothing cur.”

“Aw, did the poor little boy lose his sister to the big bad wolf?” His voice was mocking.

“You little . . . Where is she?!”

“She belongs to the Dragons Jewel now. You can’t have her.”

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