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Winged
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Peter wants to be normal. His life has led him to some serious emotional problems. He just wants to be strong and big, like his "brother" Mark. His two "sisters" even have some height on him. There's one thing that leads him and his family different from the rest. They have raptor vision, and they have wings. Rated T just for safety
Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Adventure - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,102 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 10-05-12 - Published: 10-04-12 - id: 3063083
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Chapter 3- It all happens so fast

My wing twitched. Two humans. One, I was guessing Veronica, had long red hair. She wore a blue country shirt with paled sleeves. Her blue jeans were neat and wrinkle-free, like they had undertaken plastic surgery. Her eyes were a deep blue. She must've been 20 or so.

"Now listen here Ray! I didn't mean too!" she squealed in a slightly southern accent.

Ray, the man was tall and extremely bulky. He had deep brown skin. He wore the thinnest and darkest muscle shirt I'd ever seen. Thinner than what the kids at school had worn. I was so jealous, he was ripped and I was a toothpick. He looked seventeen, but I couldn't tell. He had jet black hair, and jet black pants to match. He, like Veronica, was wearing stylish black shoes. The one different color in his outfit was the flames coming up from the legs up to under the knees.

He grunted and frowned at us.

My wing twitched again, shaking off the ice on that one.

"Did… Did you hit him with a gun? Wh-Why is his wing all f-f-frozen up?" Peyton asked, shaking in fear.

Veronica scratch behind her ear, and stepped forward.

"You- you all have wings?" she asked, ignoring the question.

"The Ancients…" Ray muttered.

She shook her head, "We can't be sure!"

"Yes we can. Who else could make these, these children. They were specifically made to be put as guardians of the world at a time of trouble," Ray inquired. His strong hand grabbed mine, "Are you okay…"

I opened my mouth. But the words seemed to frozen in, like the ice on my wing.

Veronica sighed, "Well, we probably shouldn't know this?"

Mark looked at both Ray and Veronica, and then shook his head.

"Well," Ray began, "Hmm, well we'll tell you something then,

"We are magicians. I'm Ray, and uh, I'm 16 and this Veronica, she's 20. Magicians of medieval times created you to protect the world. They made you to appear before the world was in danger. They called you the Avionites."

Kim touched my wing, the unfrozen one, and I looked up. Her eyes twinkled in sadness.

Veronica cleared her throat after Ray's pause and she began to speak, "I guess you want to know about the magicians.

"Magicians, after a certain amount of years, are assigned to a partner opposite of your specialty. Like Earth and Wind, Light and Dark, Future and Past, and etcetera, etcetera."

Peyton frowned, "You two even seem to have the opposite personality! How can you even stand each other?"

"Well," Veronica frowned, "Ever hear of the expression, 'Opposites Attract.'"

Ray rolled his massive arms. I shook once more, and Mark plopped down next to me. He gave me a sympathetic smile, "You will," he whispered reading my emotions.

He didn't have a superpower or anything, but he had a knack for reading peoples emotions, and sometimes get an idea on what their thinking.

Kim looked around, "So, are you're ice," she said pointing to Veronica, then turned to Ray, "and you're fire?"

He nodded.

"Neat," Mark said flatly, "But we should reall-"

A large CRACK interrupted his sentence.

"Necromages!" Veronica shouted.

Two people, shrouded in the shadow of their cloaks, rushed towards us. Knocking down trees, and shooting magic.

A blast of sharp air seemed to come right at me. It was so strong, I could see it.

I ducked and rolled into a ball.

I heard a flaring sound, I peeked out to see a blast of fire coming from Ray's palms at the 'Necromage.'

Mark kicked the other one. Instead, his foot slammed into a large wall of soft clay, risen up by the Necromage.

"Two opposites…" I heard Peyton mutter.

A ghostly chill ran up my spine. I looked up to see, Veronica. She leaped over me, and shot ice balls from her hands, unlike blasts like Ray.

The Wind Necromage hissed. He spun around, and harsh winds and started to blow us, pushing us to the ground.

Guess who managed to stay up, that's right. Mark and Ray. This got me fuming. I was fed up. I already trusted Mark, and I was starting to trust Ray (and Veronica), but I was tired of feeling week.

I tucked in my wings. I felt that the ice had blown away, so I didn't feel cold. I got up one knee, like in pray. Tears stung my eyes. I thought of all the people who made me feel week. Then, something 'magical' occurred. I stood up with a little bit more ease. I could see Ray and Mark still having trouble not as much as me though, and the magician still using his magic.

What's going on? I thought. The little kid in me thought I gained super strength. I tried lifting the tree next to me. No dice. I glanced at my arm. What was on it? A wide, small bump was on the bicep area of my arm. I check my other arm, same area, same thing. They were short, but spread across the entire part of the arm.

As I was checking, I was pushed down onto one knee again.

"Ahhh!" Mark screeched. He was blown into a nearby tree. Ray was punched by a nearby rock. The other Necromage.

I pushed up with one hand. The bump went larger in one area, just a bit, like a little hill, right as I strained to get up. As my arm was released to the ground, it went back down to the normal, short bump.

Then a blast of ice, froze the two evil dudes.

Veronica.

The wind subsided. The two evil popsicles disappeared.

Everyone hugged Veronica, "Thank you!" Kim squealed.

"Well," Mark said, "Thanks for the help! But we should get-"

Veronica gasped, "No way! The Magicians goal is to protect you!"

Ray nodded, "Come, let's show you to your house."

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