ONESHOT- Aveons

ONESHOT- Aveons

“You do understand your-“ Elijah faltered. “Mission, right?” Tears sprang to his eyes, and he turned away from me, shamefaced. “You won’t be able to come back Gloria!” He shouted with his back to me.

I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and my heart sank with his every sob. My other hand gently brushed the brown feathers of his wings, which so easily defined who we were.

“I know Elijah,” I comforted him. “And I’ll miss you every second. But this is my time. It’s my time to do something right for a change. It’s my time to save the humans. They won’t-“

“I don’t care!” he spat, “I don’t care about them! I won’t let you leave!”

Elijah was my best friend and had been ever since I awoke to my new life. If you haven’t guessed, Elijah and I aren’t humans. We were human before… Well, let me explain better.

We belong to a group called Aveons. Aveons are basically humans with feathery wings and abnormally long lives. We’re light, fast, our IQs are off the charts, and we normally live, say, a good three hundred years. When I say fast, I mean fast. We’re talking running an flying at an average of 200 mph.

None of us are born aveons. We’re chosen by a group known as the Elected. Their kind of like the royal family for aveons. The Elected choose a human every year they think has “potential”. They monitor this person for however long it takes for them to make a “wrong turn” in life, and then they cast a series of complex spells that begin the “subject” on the wheel of rebirth to become an aveon.

When an aveon is created, we restart our whole life- as a freaky non-human thing. (Not that I regret being Reborn, flying is awesome.) While we grow up, we’re taught to fly, and do aerial stunts, we learn Harvard curriculum and higher, and we all master fighting.

Long ago, when the Elected first created the aveons, they also created a place they called “Reverence” (Kind of ironic). It was somewhere in a dimension between Earth and Space. They decided they would keep the aveons here, instead of on earth. They then thought to teach the aveons magic, but realized only a few of them could achieve it. So instead, they taught flying, human logic, and combat. Today, only a handful of the aveons are taught magic.

There’s a point in our lives that the Elected call our “Day of Becoming”. It’s the day when we discover a unique power we’ve had since birth. It happens to all aveons, just at different times for everyone.

My time just happened to come sooner than they’d expected. When our power is discovered, we are cast out of Reverence for the rest of our lives, and serve our main purpose to protect the humans.

If we refuse strongly enough, the Elected will allow a select few to stay in Reverence. But only a select few. And most of aveons didn’t have the guts to decline those old geezers anyway, including me. Besides, I wasn’t too bothered about leaving, actually. They’d wiped away my memories when I was Reborn, and no adult aveons wanted to take me in. So I’ve pretty much been on my own. Well, except for Elijah.

Anyways, there’s our lives in a nut shell for you. Now back to the present.

I hated seeing Elijah like this. He didn’t cry often, and it took a lot for that boy to crack. He gazed at me with a pleading stare, and I’ll admit, I didn’t want to leave right then. His eyes have that effect on you. Sometimes I wondered if that was his unique power. A little briefing on looks here, Elijah and I were both fifteen, and weighed about one-oh-one. You have to be kind of light to fly. That was pretty much where similarities ended.

Elijah had dark brown hair, just like his wings, and had fair skin. His hair always covered one of his eyes. Whoa buddy, don’t get me started on his eyes. Let me just say they’re hazel, but I’m not talking no ordinary hazel. Some people would kill to have those suckers. Anywho, he had some big muscles for 15, but they look good on him. He had a soft face, which kind of reflected his soul- soft, gentle. I guess he’s what some of you ladies would call drop dead sexy.

Me, on the other hand, I had some bleach blond locks that came down to the middle of my back. I had some freakishly green eyes, too. I was stick skinny, but curvy at the same time, which was one thing I liked about myself. My wings were an asset to me that shocked everyone when they saw those feathers. The color was some kind of scary vibrant blue, and I mean like, pow in your face, blue. Most guys would call me a “beach babe” because of my “rockin’ bod” and tan skin, but maybe most guys are on crack. Most girls would refer to me as the beotch that no one likes. Jealousy rocks this world, let me tell you folks.

“Elijah,” I whined, looking away from his eyes.

“You don’t have to go,” he assured me, and I wasn’t quite sure if I had imagined the tone of doubt in his voice or not.

“We’ll see each other again babe, you’ll see.” No, I’m not in love with him or anything, I just liked calling him babe. I ruffled his hair a little. I felt a lump rise in my throat, and knew that was my cue to go. I never did like long goodbyes anyway. I pulled him into my arms and squeezed him real tight. We both put our hands underneath each others’ wings to make the hug more effective. He started to cry harder.

“I love you kid,” I whispered, and my voice broke on the last word. The I was running. “Bye!” I yelled over my shoulder, feeling the wind whip my face. “See you later!” I leaped into the air and unfurled my wings, letting them catch the wind, then rocketed off toward the portal to go back to where I came from and leave Reverence behind.