Ethere

"Alien" princess that the Aethers found crashed in the Big Field.




It was warm but a cool breeze rustled my six tiny wings.

My eyes were forced shut by the wind rushing at my face. I felt something hard and sharp squeezing around my belly. It was difficult to breathe. Suddenly a screech came from above me and the thing clutching me loosened its grip and I slid out headfirst.

Falling.

Falling, falling down into the cool summer night air. I slowly forced my eyes open and saw the dark sky stretched out above me as if it were a pair of great wings trying to envelop me in its protective embrace, but I slipped father, farther down. I didn't look below. I kept my eyes on the wide, dark sky dotted with twinkling stars as I fell, my long body flapping above me as I shot down headfirst, closer and closer towards the ground. The trees beneath me grew closer, but I wanted those beautiful stars to be the last thing I ever saw.

Suddenly, a tiny bright white streak raced across the sky, falling down to the earth. A falling star dropped down in tandem with me as I fell. Then everything went black.


(WIP)



Notes to self: Emphasize how strangely the Aethers communicate. They race around in circles and chatter a lot and make up important sounding titles. One just keeps saying happy happy. Ethere speaks formally (think Ax). Lazuli gets frustrated and wishes for another "normal" Spiral.