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Children of the Sky: a short short story read to the music of Blackheart by Two Steps From Hell

Unrelated to the story currently being shared, this is a short narration I wrote while listening to a song. I hope you enjoy it!



I awoke from a slumber that seemed to last for an eternity. When my eyes opened, I found myself in a realm of grasses and waters, majestic mountains, blazing deserts, and skies, grand, majestic, ever expanding. I looked up at those skies and felt an aching inside. It was not in my chest but upon my back. I felt it and noticed that something was missing. It was a strange feeling for no one else around me seemed to mind, that emptiness. Something was there, something was missing, but what? And then the answer dawned on me as I gazed upon a flock of birds gliding through the air, wings!

Where were my wings?! I remember now, I used to soar in the skies alongside those birds, looking down upon the beautiful landscape below. Why have they disappeared? Why does no one here have theirs, why do they not remember? I felt isolated in this beautiful landscape. It was the sort of bizarre, exotic beauty that was supposed to be gazed upon from a distance, but to see it so close... from the ground, it was unnerving, to say the least. I belonged up there, the great blue ocean above, dancing through white clouds and sparkling rays of sunshine. They had a name for what I once was, an angel they called me. I look upon those same people and I thought to myself, they too once flew high above, with wings of their own. Is it any wonder that they look to the skies, find ways of reaching the heavens of above, trying to fill a gap, a hole in their being that was once full?

And so I moved on. I could not find those wings, but instead found something else, something that the people around me created to help fill that gap. I found airplanes, vehicles that acted as wings. In a plane, memories of my days in the skies above came flooding back to me. I looked down upon the landscape, and my breath was taken away once again. The beauty was so much more, it magnified in radiance and I knew, I knew deep down inside, that this is where I truly belonged. The aching though... it won't go away, and I suspect it never will.

We were children of the sky, once upon a time, and perhaps, some day, we will return with wings of our own.