User blog:Ore-samma/Short-shot My Harpy (Wings of Love)

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Not exactly easy in a world where magic can cure disability and disfigurement

But I liked how it turned out.

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I hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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“Fey! I’m home!” I called out as I entered the house. “Fey?” I started up the stairs…..this wasn’t like Fey to be asleep at this time of day, but then again she was under severe depression from her accident. A sense of unease urged me to hurry up the stairs.

I tried the bedroom door and it was locked. An intense panic ripped through my chest and I kicked it down.

''“Fey! What have you done?”'' I cried out as soon as the smell of firedragon whiskey touched my throat.

I picked her up and rushed out, crying out for help.

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(later)

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I stared at the ceiling as the doctor and nurse talked to me. I barely paid attention to anyone. I wasn’t supposed to wake up. I wasn’t supposed to go on….I was supposed to die. I was supposed to never wake up after drinking the seven bottles of firedragon whiskey.

The Hakutaku Doctor gently pressed her hand to my cheek to try to get me to look at her while she talked, but I moved my face away to my right…..to look at my wing that was no longer there.

It was almost a month now that my wing was ripped from my body from a tree falling on it during the last storm.

My husband told me to not go storm riding with the others.

He begged me, saying this storm was worse than any other.

And I remember my laugh and smile, my need for thrills, my promise that it would be fine.

Even now- I could barely remember how it happened. All I remember was flashes; a particularly strong wind, a flash of light….falling….and seeing the tree coming down to crush my body.

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“Fey.”

I felt my insides clench together. I felt my eyes well with tears that burned my eyes and froze my face as they slid down my cheeks.

I told them to not let my husband in the room! I told them that I just wanted to die, and if I couldn’t die, to just let me sleep.

“Fey, look at me.”

“Eric...please….just go away...leave me alone...” I pleaded, unable to face the love of my life….unable to face my life….unable to face how much I betrayed him….

“I will never go away, I will never leave you alone. Because there is someone more than me who needs you.”

I opened my eyes and saw something strange next to me. My mind ground to a halt from this monkey wrench that was thrown into the gears of my brain.

A monkey wrench that was…..an egg…..my egg….

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“Say hello to your unborn daughter.” Eric whispered.

“Wha-” I was speechless. This can’t be happening! Not this! Not this too! “No...no-no-no-no!” I wept, closing my eyes to the reality that hit me more harshly than losing my right wing.

That I was about to leave my unborn child in addition to the love of my life!

“Why?” I cried out, now holding my left wing over my eyes and squeezed my eyes shut. I thought you were supposed to go to paradise after you die! Not this hell of shame and grief.

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“Fey,” Eric whispered, “I need you. She needs you. Please come back to me.”

I shook my head as Eric gently brought me to a sitting position and raised the bed to keep me there.

I felt the mindless nausea and stomach pain return, and I threw up into the bucket Eric held for me.

After a long time I rested back and Eric gently brought the egg into my lap wrapped up in a magical towel that kept it warm.

“Let’s call her Joanna, after your mother.” He whispered, draping his arm around me.

My lip trembled and the tears still wouldn’t stop flowing as I rested my cheek on the warm curving surface of what was going to be my newest reason to live- despite the despair that I would never fly again.

“Okay.” I whispered

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(later)

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“Joanna?” What’s wrong? I asked, pulling her cute little chin up, smiling to her pouting face.

“Mother! The other harpies won’t stop making fun of me. They keep teasing me that my mom only has one wing!”

I shook my head. “It’s okay that I have one wing, my darling Joanna.” I whispered and wrapped my left wing around her. “Because I don’t need to fly as long as you promise me something.”

“What?” Joanna said, wiping her eyes, her pout still visible.

“As long as you promise that you will love me forever, I will always fly on your wings of love. You see, your father is one of my wings, and you are the second. I can fly higher than any hapry alive, and all it takes is love. Yours, and your fathers.”

Joanna pouted again. “It’s not the same!”

I nodded. “No, it's better. Joanna. I remember everything about flying and the thrill it gave me.” I kissed her nose and smiled, wiping her tears of frustration. “And there’s nothing about flying that compares to the smile you give me everyday. When you say ‘I love you mommy’ every night. Nothing, not even flying compares.”

She still kept her pout and I changed tactics the way Eric told me. "Okay, what if I was going to die. Would you sacrifice one of your wings for me?"

Finally, for the first time Joanna locked her eyes to me and a fire settled into them. "What? Of course I would!" She cried out, almost tearing up.

"Do you see now what I mean that love, our love....your love for me is stronger and more important than wings and flying?"

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Joanna huffed, but my heart melted to see her pout disappear. “Okay mom.” She blurted in her ‘teenager-angst’ voice, signifying I won.

“Hey everyone! I’m home!” Eric called out.

Joanna’s face brightened and she rushed to the door in such a rush a feather of hers fluttered in the air which I caught.

I smiled as I twirled one of the last of her baby feathers and placed it with the rest. She was going to be a fine flyer.

I looked at all the pictures of her growing up hanging on the walls….. A legacy of a loving family, all surrounding the family motto Eric coined after that day in the hospital.

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We are carried on the wings of love