On Fallen Wings Chapter 3: A Long Journey
The sky over the small town was dark gray and cloudy, a storm was brewing. The man sitting on the porch of the saloon brought a bottle to his lips. The mouth and neck of the bottle were covered in frost the moment the bottle left his frigid lips. His hat still covering his eyes, she sat still, nearly sleeping but always ready. He was awoken abruptly by a young woman's voice "Hey sleepy! Wake up!". He quickly sat up in his chair with a hand on his gun, ready to draw. He quickly realised who it was and relaxed "Oh, Sarah, it's you. Did you get the supplies?". Sarah was a young woman of about seventeen, she was short of stature standing only five foot five inches tall. Her skin was pale and her eyes a bright vibrant amber, her hair was purple-white and short, and she had a small scar on her right cheek. She wore black shorts with black nylon leggings and black thigh high boots. She wore a dark gray shirt with an emblem of a black sun emblazoned upon it. On her arms were two matching armbands, each made of pewter. Sarah spoke with pride "Of course I did, Dad! When have I ever let you down!?" the man smiled "Never darling" Sarah beamed at him "So did you get a contract?". The man chuckled "No, but I taught a man to chill out." Sarah sighed and sat on the ground next to him "I saw Auntie Mal's caravan on the edge of town. I think she might pass this way." The Man smirked "Wonder what Mal is up to."
Morgana peered out across the city, she could see the city soldiers flying above the buildings, she could hear their footsteps in the streets below her. Morgana could feel the cold sweat slide down her face and back as she swallowed. She took a running start, and took off from the roof of her house. With many a flit and flutter she took to the sky, she flew as fast as her wings could carry her. As Morgana flew above the city she and her sister grew up in, her mind became flooded with memories of her childhood. Warm summer days spent playing with her sister in the gardens, a happier time, before they became bitter enemies, a tear came to her eyes. Her emotional moment was interrupted by the shouting of a guard "There's the traitor! After her!" Morgana flew harder than she believed she could go. Three guards formed behind her, weapons drawn, they were spoiling for blood. In a panic she threw a fireball and the formation leader, the guard had shrugged it off as if it were nothing. Morgana flew, her body aching with pain from the extreme exertion, behind her, she could feel the breath of the guards. Suddenly, she felt a firm grip on her ankle. She had been caught. The guard who had grabbed her yelled "Your head is going to roll traitor! On the morn you will know the headsman's axe!!" Morgana struggled to free herself but it was hopeless. In that moment, a bright colourful flash burst in her face where the guard had been. The guard let go of her and spiraled down to the ground. Morgana looked to get a glance at her saviors, Czibor and other rebels were shooting fireworks at guards across the city. Morgana no longer hesitated and flew on. In minutes she cleared the outside wall of the city. Morgana had escaped, for now.
As soldier after soldier reported back to Rothgar, all saying how they had failed to capture Morgana, he grew angrier and angrier. Kayle said to him in a mocking tone "What's the matter old man? Did your toy soldiers fail to please you?" Rothgar snarled "Watch your tone pup!" Kayle scoffed "What kind of elite soldiers are these if they can't even catch my sister?!" Rothgar retorted "The kind who will take your head off if you do not mind your tongue!". Upsilon who had until this point remained silent broke his silence to say "They failed because everyone knows who they are. The biggest, toughest, most flamboyantly dressed group in the city! No, if we want to catch Morgana and halt this rebellion we will need to use unorthodox thinking. First, to hunt Morgana, we should send bounty hunters! She won't know when to run if she can't tell who is out to get her! Second, to deal with rebels and seditionists within the empire I suggest the creation of a secret police force. Rothgar snorted "You would have dishonorable snakes in our cities and underworld scum hunt down our criminals! It astonishes me that you are not dead warden!" Kayle immediately shot Rothgar down "I agree with Upsilon, secret police officers are needed. People with unquestioned authority to act against the frayed issue immediately. As far as bounty hunters are concerned I think it is a good idea, we will throw some money to whom so ever turns her in, or brings us her head. " Rothgar sighed "If I cannot deter you from this course of action, fine, I will send out groups of our fastest flyers to deliver our message. Wanted: Morgana, crimes: high treason, Wanted dead or alive. Reward: five million gold pieces, dead or alive." Upsilon bowed his head in a thanking gesture "The council shall be pleased." Rothgar turned and left silently, he was not comfortable with what was agreed upon between the three, but he knew he had few options.
Morgana came to a small town, the sky was gray, the buildings were old and worn. She hid her wings under her cloak and tried to blend in, the people were haggard and looked old. Most of them were humans, so she tried to hide her race from them, as many did not bare good will towards the conquering angle like species. Morgana began to monologue in her head "Think, think Morgana think!, got to get further away, maybe someone at the local tavern will know a way out of here!" Morgana went off to find the local tavern. As she approached it she saw a man sitting in a chair on the porch with his hat over his eyes. A young woman sat next to him on the ground, as Morgana past them, she could almost feel the man's cold gaze following her. The air was cold and she paused briefly, she then heard a raspy voice "Keep moving girl..." she did not need to look to know it was coming from the seated man. She walked into the tavern just as they were dragging away the corpse of a man who's face and neck had been frozen. Morgana walked up to the bartender and asked "What happened to him?" the bartender replied "He and the gentleman sitting outside had a bit of a disagreement. What can I get ya?" Morgana leaned in a spoke in a hushed voice "Information, what is the best way to get out of the city and go the furthest distance?" the bartender spoke quietly "There's a caravan coming into town, run by a lady named Malicious Mal. She's been known to take people around, and not ask questions. You didn't hear this from me." Morgana thanked the bartender and as she was leaving ran right into the man wearing a black suit who had been sitting on the porch. Morgana looked up to his blue shaded skin and his near skeletal face, he terrified Morgana with a single glance from his sunken eyes that resembled black pits. The man pushed Morgana out of the way leaving frost on her robe and in his raspy voice "Get out of my way fool girl!". The young woman was also with him, she glanced over at Morgana and said "Sorry about him, but here's a tip, stay out of our way. Unless you want to become an ice sculpture." Morgana then quickly left thinking to herself "This is going to be a long journey..."