As soon as Irondash left the room, some talking ensued. I could make out three voices. Thanks to my wings, all of my senses had been enhanced, including my hearing. The Steelwing talked a little about how I was naïve in thinking that I was the only one with wings, and then she named someone Retribution. A little long of a name, in my opinion. It should be shortened to... Something. I would be thinking of what in the happenstance that I met with Retribution.
After a few minutes of talking, the voices faded. I rested back on the bed and tried to clear my mind. Too many things had happened recently. The Steelwing was right. I was naïve. Of course I wasn't chosen for some "great purpose" to save Aethasia. I didn't even want to save it. The people here weren't worthy of it.
I propped myself up on my elbows and watched the sunset through a window. It was a brilliant red blaze, but I could see it slowly turning black as night.
I didn't feel safe with these people, and I was prepared to be stabbed in the back when I let my guard down. Right there I made my decision. As soon as everyone fell asleep, I would sneak out and go... Go... Somewhere. I just had to wait several hours.
Several hours later...
It was incredibly boring to wait around for hours doing nothing, but I had trained myself that skill. If you were being hunted by Steelwings, you either had to fight them, or hide. You couldn't run, or they would surely catch you. If you hid, they could stay around your location for hours before they gave up. They were persistent, if anything.
I slid out of my bed and checked my wing. I would need it at full strength if I was to leave this place. It felt a lot better, which was good. I walked to the door and opened it. It creaked ever so slightly, causing me to wince. I walked through the opening and closed the door behind me as quickly as possible so the creaking would only be brief. As I walked down a hallway, I scanned my surroundings for a way out of the mountain. There was no trace of an exit, or at least none that I could see.
I stopped when I saw a fridge. My stomach growled as I realized I hadn't eaten in days. I cautiously approached the fridge and laid a hand the handle. Opening it, I beheld the most wonderful thing I'd ever seen. Grabbing the half-chewed apple, I took a bite out of it and continued in my search for freedom.
I wandered into a room with many chairs scattered about. There didn't seem to be anyone around- No, wait, I heard something. Something coming. My head darted around the room for a place to hide. I had no choice but to hide under one of the tables. Granted, it wasn't the best place, but I had no time to find a better one.
A figure entered the room. A woman I didn't recognize. Had I woken her with the creaky door? I held my breath so as to not make any sounds. If she was one of the Steelwing's friends, she would probably try to stop me from leaving. No matter what they said to me, I refused to stay.
I saw that the woman had wings. I suppressed a sigh. Another one with wings. The woman continued through the dining hall, stopping every few seconds, most likely to listen for sounds. Then it was true. She was searching for me!
She left the dining room then I heard her footsteps halt. She most likely heard something. In a few moments, I could hear it too. Footsteps. Quick ones. Not ten seconds later, I heard a crash. Someone had rammed straight into the Wynged woman, and they collapsed to the floor in a pile of limbs.
The woman I saw previously stood up, and she talked for a (very) short time before she simply said, "Goodbye." and left the scene. I frowned at this. Until now, I thought all of the Wynged had a ruse of happiness and safety. This one reeked of, "Get out of my way or else."
I waited under the table for at least ten seconds longer before I took a breath of air. I didn't hear anyone. Maybe the second figure had retreated as well...
Standing up, I turned to leave the room. I froze when I saw a girl staring right at me. She looked innocent enough, but you could never be too sure.
"What are you doing here on this so called 'Wynged Sanctuary'?" I asked her, though I really should have asked her what she was doing here at this hour. I took another bite out of my apple and threw it somewhere.