Myriads of images flashed before his eyes. Pain wracked his body as each view was only there for tenths of seconds. Most of them were indistinguishable, but one seared itself into his mind, a man with wings yellow hair, eyes, and a white robe reaching out to him. He felt its touch on his forehead and in an instant the pain became a mixture of comforting and unbearable. He wanted to scream, but opening his mouth he could not, then as soon as all of this happened, he suddenly felt better. Closing his eyes he took a moment to bask in the warmth.
Without him telling himself to, his legs were moving of their own accord. He was walking... he could... smell and hear things once more? With a puzzled look he opened his eyes, though through his other senses, he already knew what view would greet him. He had experienced this many times before, he was in the middle of a festival. He could see the lights twinkling in the distance, but darkness enveloped him where he currently strode. Buildings lined the road, enveloping him in an alley.
He let his legs move, but his pace slowed as he neared the end of the street. Like a mouse he lingered in the shadows observing the sights before him, and what a sight it was to behold. Hundreds of angelic beings had gathered in a large plaza. They were happy, laughing and eating. Dancing and singing, the largest cluster of them were around the fountain in the center of the plaza, while tables lined the edges.
Dumbfounded, he slumped against the wall but this caused an unexpected, sharp pain in a place he had never felt before. Leaping away from the wall, he began to panic as he felt something on his back... but it was a part of him. A startled yelp escaped his lips as he realized, he had wings too. It was awkward, but he was able to manipulate them, as much as he wanted to get a bearing of his newfound appendages, his cry had drawn attention to his location. Two men clad in armor strode up to him, as well as many eyes in the immediate vicinity fixated on his location in the shadows.
The men were tall, lithe, and fast. Before he had the chance to run one was on him, pushing him up against the wall, grabbing his collar. The man spoke with anger as his grip tightened like a vice; he could not tell what was more shocking, the fact that this man spoke in another language, or that he understood it. “It’s a Folaithendil! What are you doing here, how did you get into the sacred Myurna!?”
He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could manage any words another voice cut through the music, “Relax sir, the Folaithendil is with me.” A woman pushed her way out of the crowd, the mass closing behind her as she approached the guards. She was dressed in purple traveler’s garb. Her burgundy lochs fell slightly down into her face, but not enough to obscure her features. Placing a hand on one of the guard’s shoulders, she leaned in close, placing her lips almost against his ear. Whatever she said was drowned out by the crowd, yet the man’s face still softened, at least enough to affirm the danger had passed.
“You overstep your bounds by allowing the likes of him in here, but I cannot stop you from acting so brazenly. Take trust word of this incident will find its way higher up.” The guard spoke with malice, but he nodded to his partner who let his captive go. As they left, the crowd also went back to their normal activities, some still casting wary glances at the man.
She approached him and grabbed his hand, pulling him firmly into the mass of people. While he wanted to wrench himself from her grasp, something in his mind told him that was most likely not a good idea. They strode to one of the tables on the far side of the plaza where she sternly motioned for him to sit.
“Normally this is where I would tell you to thank me, but let’s be clear, I would not just do what I did for anyone... I know who you are.” She spoke candidly.
As if he did not already have enough questions, this only piqued his curiosity more. “And tell me, who am I if you’re so smart?”
“There’s only one angel with yellow eyes, and of your class at that... you’re Raelyun.” She shifted in and lowered her voice, “The Lu’via Kyur knows what you did... the others consider you a threat... black and white as you will, but I understand there’s gray in your choices.”