My Own Wings

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I finally wrote it! Thanks to .x and akeyana for helping me with the set-up and bits and pieces! (I like mentioning you guys in my name) I couldn’t have done it without you guys! XD This story is going to be … quite long (I hope!), so it’ll keep me busy for a while (unlike my other stories which only took me a few weeks) Anyway hope you like it! It’s a quite different from my other stories, with a bit of sad stuff here and there… But overall it will still be pretty happy, because it’s ME. How can any of my stories not have happy in them? Lol. There’s not a lot of information about much in this first chapter, but I will definitely add more later! – Love from SatoKibi.

Chapter 1 - Reversed Coffee-Spill Cliché

“The Five Vowels: Every two hundred years, a new generation of heroes are born, ready to save the country. They are incarnates of the five heroes who appear each time to put everything in order for everyone. This is the legend of the five young adults born in five consecutive years with five different powers.

Achaelius is the manipulator of fire, Eryekler is earth, Iaethia is air, Ocahno is electricity and Uzorrix is water. They also have the power to erase the memories of people who know their true identities. This ability is used to prevent criminals from getting innocent people involved.

Their abilities become useable on the day they turn sixteen, and that’s when they are to discover them and start learning to use them. Each of them has a mark of the vowel their name starts with somewhere on their body and these marks are only visible to themselves and each other. But of course, there are problems…”

I yawned at this point. Time to stop reading and go to sleep…

I walked through the school gates the next morning, furiously rubbing my droopy eyes and struggling to keep them open. I’m so sleepy, I thought. I really shouldn’t have stayed up so late reading that history book last night. But it was so interesting that I couldn’t put it down! I was wandering aimlessly around the school waiting for my friends to arrive when suddenly from behind the trees emerged a guy who was running my way at full speed. Before I had the chance to get out of the way he crashed right into me and the contents of the coffee cup he was holding spattered onto my shirt.

“Oops,” he said, almost inaudibly, and winced at the splash of coffee, staining the poor no-longer-white fabric. His eyes were half-shut as if he was half thinking that it was just a dream or something. I wished he would at least say sorry instead of “oops”, but it seemed like it was not going to happen because his face was too busy twisting up and turning red to actually get his mouth to say anything. I didn’t blame him because my face was turning red too, which was probably because I don’t normally get this close to guys let alone talk to them. But now I had to force myself to say something.

“Um… it-it’s okay… it-it’s just kind of … w-well…” Before I could say (or stutter) any more he shoved the steaming cup into my hands.

“Here. You can have it as compensation,” he muttered. “I haven’t started drinking it yet.”

“But…!” I don’t like coffee; it’s too bitter!

“It’s not coffee, it’s hot chocolate,” he added, and rushed off. Amazing… how did he know what I was thinking? I stared in wonder, at the spot where he was standing, clutching the coffee to my chest like it was the last tree on earth. I found myself putting the cup to my lips and taking a small sip. For some reason, the stuff tasted so good…

Must be love at first sight.

“Goodness, Lexie! What on earth were you doing?” Clareese exclaimed. She had permed and dyed her hair on the weekend and it was bouncing around in a heap of brown-and-blonde-streaked curls as she came up to me.

“Morning, Reese. I like your hair. The colour reminds me of his…” I said half-consciously, taking another mouthful of gold. Hot chocolate has never tasted this good.

“Thanks, but what about you?” She pointed at my chest. “Where did you get that from?”

“Size 12, B-cup, my lucky one that I bought when I was on holidays in Queensland…”

“Not your bra, silly-head, the humongous stain! Did you spill it on yourself? How can you be so clumsy?”

“I didn’t… I’m not that heroic…”

“Heroic? Hello? What do you mean? Your speech has no coherence whatsoever. What’s wrong with you today?”

“Nothing! Everything’s perfect…” I sighed dreamily, smiling so wide that passers-by could probably see it from behind me.

“How can you not care about being seen like that?”

“I should be proud of it! After all…” I held up my cup like an Oscar award. “This is my souvenir of love!”

“Finally!” she cried. “Now you’re making sense at least. So you like someone? Who is it?”

“I don’t know…”

“You don’t know!?”

“Yeah, I don’t know his name, but he’s oh-so-awesome!”

“Well at least, what does he look like?”

“Hmm… he had the same hair colour as you, but it’s straight and slightly poofy and long at the back reaches down to here…” I gestured at my neck with one hand. “And he’s half a head taller than me and has hazel eyes, and I don’t remember much else but wahhhh he’s so gorgeous!” I couldn’t help but gush at the thought.

Reese was not so pleased though. She had a very irritated expression on her face. “From what you’ve said, it sounds like Charlie Reynolds!”

“That’s such a cool name!”

“Hey! Wait! Don’t you know who Charlie Reynolds is?”

“He’s a super-hot dude who made me fall in love with him by spilling is seductive hot chocolate on me and saying ‘oops’ with his super-sexy voice…” And I drank another gulp to reenergise my smile. Then the bus came and dropped off all the rest of the girls in our group and they joined us. I repeated my news to them and everyone was equally shocked. I didn’t know what all the fuss was all about. It wouldn’t hurt to get to know him right? Why is everyone against him?

“You’re so stupid sometimes, Lexie. Charlie might be hot, but he’s actually the school loser. So many girls have liked him, yet none of them have ever had their feelings returned, because he always acts so shy and for some reason he never tries to socialise. Do you really want a freak-of-a-guy like him?” I really don’t mind.

“Yeah! I’m going to change everything! You just watch me!” As long as he's not a bad person, I don't care what his social status is!

At recess I set off to find Charlie. He was sitting by a large oak tree at the back of the school, playing with acorns. I like acorns! There was a light breeze sweeping across the grass, and it made me feel all happy inside. And I love the wind very much. I feel so attached to it, like icing is attached to donuts! Or are donuts attached to icing… I don’t know, but I love the wind and let’s leave it at that. Charlie heard my footsteps and looked up at me. The many long streaks of his bangs reached past his eyes and his pair of sparkling eyes peered at me from underneath them. I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from going crazy again.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Hi!” I said excitedly, ignoring his question. “Do you remember me?”

“Um…”

I pointed proudly to the stain on my shirt. “I’ve been wearing this all morning and I’m proud of it! Even though it was really cold and so… ACHOO!” I sneezed, and unfortunately, because I was so hyped up I forgot to cover my mouth and my sneeze sent his acorns scattering away.

He gaped at me. “Woah. How did you do that?”

“I don’t know. I’m cold?”

He nodded. “Fair enough.”

“Hey, hey.” I prodded his arm. My heart was beating nervously inside me. “Um, um, um, um, will you, um, um, um, go, um, um, um…”

“Can you stop saying um and just tell me?”

“Um, okay, I mean, will-you-go-out-with-me? Please?”

He stared at me like I was some sort of extinct animal. “Sorry, I don’t think I can.”

I was not going to give up that easily. “But I think you can! You always look so lonely. Why don’t you socialise? It doesn’t hurt to try and make new friends does it? So please go out with me. Please. Even if we're just going out as friends. Isn't it good to have someone to talk to every now and then?”

“Look, I really can’t okay? Leave me alone!” He turned away and began too recollect his acorns.

“You don’t look like you want to be left alone. How can playing with acorns be more fun than playing with other people?” He didn’t say anything. “I’m right, aren’t I? We both know it! I didn’t keep this stain here for nothing. So let’s go see a movie tonight okay? I’ll meet you in front of the cinema at five. Don’t be late! Or you will see my dead body hanging on your doorstep the next day!”

And then I skipped off before he could reply, feeling very triumphant.

He was twenty minutes late. I stood there in the frosty evening street, tapping my foot to the music coming from the CD shop next to the movie theatre. Maybe he wasn’t going to come after all? But he looked pretty interested when I asked. Or maybe that was just my imagination. Either way, I couldn’t stand waiting any longer! And now I have to hang myself on his doorstep! I don't want to!

Suddenly I saw a figure across the road. Was that Charlie?

“Charlie!” I called. He didn’t seem to hear me. Without checking for traffic, I ran across the road to get to him. Then all I heard was the loud beeping from a large truck, and the sound of screeching brakes, and then…

I felt myself getting lifted off the ground. Was I... ascending to heaven? Then I saw a pair of arms around me and I screamed.

“Ah! A flying pervert! Someone help me!”

A hand cupped my mouth. “Please don’t call your rescuer a pervert! And don’t struggle or I’ll drop you.”

I looked down at the ground below me. “Ah! I’m scared of heights! Someone help me!” And then I looked up at his masked face. “Achaelius!?”