Take Flight Chap 2: The Vision

Take Flight
Chap 2: The Vision


Eden sighed as she shook the image from her head, curling a slim digit around a lock of chocolate, brown hair  as she stepped back from the edge that overlooked the evergreen plains thousands of feet below. Turning in the opposite direction, she sauntered along the cobblestone path that lead to a quaint little town. Numerous people chattered around her, gossiping of the newest trends or dramatic events that really didn't seem matter to Eden.  Her strapless, sapphire,  blue dress fluttered softly in the wind as she clutched her long sleeved jacket closer toward her chest. It was a rather windy day, the wind whistled violently into her ear as it whipped her brown tresses around her, as if she were suspended underwater.

Though the wind blared against her ear drums, she was still able to catch a modest noise that interfered with the howling of the wind. Her heart sputtered in response as the familiar feeling of panic and adrenaline pulsed through her veins, pushing her to move faster then normal. She knew it was him, it had to be. There was no other creature that could possibly release such a herculean roar, other than Him . The wind aided her, channeling the symphony of  monstrous cries to her ears. She spurred onward toward the metal beast, the beast which birthed thunderous roars deep within it's hollow torso, the beast which seized the breath from her very lungs simply by it's stunningly crafted form, and the very beast that robbed her of her very best friend.

She came to a stop, as she thought she would come face to face with Him, though to her joy she was mistaken. The very person that stood before her was someone she had been longing to see for years. Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth!" Cried out Eden, eyes warming with fresh tears, no doubt ecstatic to finally see her best friend. Elizabeth's head swiveled in Eden's direction, her eyes wide with horror as she shook slightly in dread.

"No! GO BACK!" She screamed. Just as Elizabeth bellowed out her demand a metallic cry boomed throughout the area.  Him seemed to appear out of thin air, like a phantom hatched from her own personal hell. With one mighty swing of his powerful wing,  he sent  her flying into a nearby brick wall. Her face abruptly became numb, her right eye more specifically, though for only a second before an explosion of burning pain engulfed the right side of her face as her vision in said eye faded out into blackness.

She screamed out in agony as the fervent feeling traveled all the way down to her right hand, seemingly scorching her fingertips. Him had slashed her vertically across her right eye, the gash beginning at the middle of her brow before venturing down to the middle of her cheek,  adjacent to her right nostril. Her once mocha colored eye, was now bleeding profusely and enflamed with a possible infection. She whimpered in pain, chocking on her hysterical sobs of anguish, as her hand twitched toward her eye to caress the wound but she refrained from doing so, as to not cause herself anymore pain.

She heard Elizabeth's cries of concern and worry, but they were over powered by a deep, almost melodic voice.

"A parting gift"

Just like that, Him enveloped Elizabeth in his giant talons before taking to the skies.

Eden flickered in and out of consciousness, as her aching ribs were nothing compared to the pain that engulfed her face. She without a doubt had more then a couple of broken ribs,  such an assault shouldn't leave you with anything less. Her mind wavered between reality and fantasy, images playing out before her as if she were watching a movie before fading off into the depths of her mind.  Images of a mechanical beast that rivaled that of Him, appeared before her. She was awe struck, was this what she had the capability to create? Yes, she would build this godly creature, and she would give it life.  

It parted it's silver,  plated jaws and spoke to her in a tone so warm and tender that it drove her heart and legs to burn with adrenaline. It's words rooted themselves deep into her mind, sending her thoughts reeling with endless possibilities.  She struggled to her blistered feet and pushed herself forward with unbridled determination toward her father's workshop, despite the fact that she just might lose her right eye.  It's voice rang like a bell continuously throughout her clouded thoughts.

"I want to be born."

And so it shall be.