"Skyborn, sweet Skyborn Here be lain in this human form Skyborn, you shall sing no more"

The Skyborn are creatures who fly through space, living among the above. When girl, a Skyborn girl, is pushed through a wormhole towards planet earth a tale of adventure is sure to unfold. With a tangle of memories and nightmares, revenge and belonging can she find out where she belongs


16. Skyblue - Chapter Fifteen

The others, are the other Skyborn Aris used to go down to earth with, when she brought things back for me. When we both had our wings. I didn’t know them. Not properly. I’d seen some of them when I was little, but I didn’t really remember them. When we got to the others Aris explained what happened, she told me everything that happened between her leaving me to when she found me again. Aris never planned on going to Palioxis. She didn’t die there either. She sacrificed her wings to save me. Aris and the others had been caught trying to sneak in to the wormhole.

She left me to fend for myself when we were starving, and she came to earth. They were thrown to earth with no wings. Like I was. Aris had let other Skyborn know where she was going and what was happening. But not me. So I was cared for by a close friend of Aris, until she was burdened with a new Skyborn and killed herself. But that’s another story.  I survived up until I got caught by, I’m not sure I want to say. I surely don’t want to think about it. Eventually I was caught for my crimes and sent down here too. But my and Aris’ past no longer matters. What’s done is done, and now here we are.

Aris and the others owned an apartment, on the edge of the city. They had fallen into the human society and found Jobs and earned enough money to look after themselves. There were five of them; two boys and three girls, excluding me and Aris. I was welcomed into their arms, as if I’d been missing for a long, long time.

Aris introduced the three girls as Lystra, an ex-Skyborn with glowing red eyes and silvery-white hair, as I shook her hand I saw the colourful feather of a peacock on her arm. The second was a girl named Paisley, with light brown hair and dark brown eyes.  Lastly stood a girl with rusty orange-red hair and soft grey-green eyes, Aris introduced her as Cora. What struck me about the last two girls was that they were most definitely not Skyborn.

“They’re not...” I looked towards Aris, even though Paisley and Cora stood in front of me, I knew it was impolite, but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

Aris nodded and smiled, “We have much to explain.”

The two boys were Ezra, who had intense light blue eyes, they were almost white, and dark blonde hair, the feather on his arm was wide and had stripes along it, a feather of an owl. The other was a human boy, named Howell. He had deep green eyes and dark brown, almost black, hair, that gleamed slightly blue in the sunlight drifting through the window. Only three of them were Skyborn, par me. Aris explained to me, why there were ‘Earthborn’ among us, with the help of Lystra, Cora and Howell.

“Some humans believe in such things as Angels,” Lystra said, opening the thick book to a page where people with pure white wigs flew among clouds.

“I’ve never seen a Skyborn like that,” I said.

“That’s because these aren’t Skyborn,” Aris explained.

“They’re Angels,” Lystra continued, pointing her index finger to the picture, her nails were coated in a black nail-polish.

“Angels are thought of as protectors of humans,” Cora said, smiling sweetly.

“They’re a myth,” Howell said bluntly, shrugging.

“What does that make us then?” Lystra snarled at him. Howell just shrugged.

“The point is,” Aris said, “That we are the true version of angels to humans,” she looked down at the table that the five of us sat around.

“We all have angels who look over us,” Cora gestured herself, “And you all have humans to protect,” she looked at Aris, who smiled at her.

“Or that’s what you think,” Howell muttered. Lystra gave him a look but I couldn’t put an emotion to it.

“Yes it’s a theory,” Cora spoke towards Howell, “But it makes sense, doesn’t it?” She asked him.

“Just because you guys saved me, it doesn’t mean that you’re my damn Angel!” Howell got up and stormed out of the room.

“Sorry,” Lystra said and rushed after him.

“Howell was on the verge of death when we found him,” Aris said, Cora put her head in her hands.

“Wait,” I said, it suddenly clicked, Cora looked up, it all made sense, “So you,” I gestured Cora, “Howell and Paisley are being protected by Aris, Lystra and Ezra,” I smiled at my own logic.

“That’s what we think,” Cora smiled, “I mean we all needed saving, one way or another, when the Skyborn came along,”

“Aris is your Angel,” I said to Cora.  She nodded.

“Lystra is Howell’s Angel and Ezra is Paisley’s Angel,” Aris said softly.

“How do you know?” I asked them.

“We don’t,” Cora said, “But we need each other,” She looked at Aris, and then back at me, “It makes sense,” she said.

That night I slept in Aris’ bed, as she insisted. Neither of us could sleep; it’d been a long day for us both, after all. She held me close to her and whispered a soft lullaby, which I remembered well. The soft tune and soothing lyrics sent me to sleep finally. All I remember is Aris whispering the words into my hair.


 Never leave me, never speak of me when you do.

Hope for something better out there, less beautiful than here.

I pray you don’t get lost, and that you remember I will always be here.

Keep this twixt you and me. 

Don’t let them behind the light.

To them it is happiness, for you I’ll never change.

My eyes opened. I woke in the double bed, light creeping in from beneath the dark curtains opposite me. The walls were covered in a soft cream colour. The soft blue quilt was falling off the bed. I looked to my side where Aris had slept, to find myself lying alone.

I lifted myself out of the bed and found some clothes, in Aris’ wardrobe, that fitted me. The Earthborn and the Skyborn sat around the table like they had been yesterday. Aris sat by Cora, Lystra by Howell, and Paisley by Ezra. The Skyborn and humans sat in front of me were talking. Not all to each other. There were separate conversations about the weather, how they slept and the plans for today. They spoke between mouthfuls, and continued gibbering until I sat in the empty chair at the head of the table. There was a plate set on the table, and a glass of orange juice was placed next to it. On my plate were two pieces of toast, the butter was nearly all melted, and an egg sat on the side of the plate, next to them. The conversations died out and Howell mumbled something about wings, finishing his sentence, then there was silence.

“Good morning,” Aris said softly.

“Did you sleep well?” Ezra asked, politely.

“Yes, thank you,” I smiled at him.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” Aris smiled.

“Aris is an early-bird,” Cora grinned at Aris. A muttered laugh at the pun came from the others.

“Eat up” Aris smiled.

I ate, and when we all finished Ezra and Paisley took the plates away, apparently it was their turn to ‘wash-up’. Aris turned to me, there was something about her, the way she looked at me; was... Different. Different than before. I searched her face for something that might make me remember which emotion she’s feeling, the way she’d looked at me yesterday, when she said Iska. When she said my name. Was it worry?

“What’s wrong Aris?” I asked.

“There’s something after you,” She said softly, looking me straight in the eyes “And I know what it is.”

“What is it?” I asked calmly, though inside I was far from it. She looked around the room. Everyone wanted to know.

“Hinter,” A tear slid down her cheek.


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