As they moved farther away from the group, Zanna could feel the unfamiliar weight of the wings melt between her shoulder blades. They were not real; she would never fly. These were only a disguise, yet where they rested she could feel a new energy forming.
Alise pulled her by the hand, urging her toward the looming trees. â€œCome,â€ the girl told her, silver eyes flashing with impatience. â€œHe may be waiting already.â€
Zanna could feel the tension in the girlâ€™s grip. She did her best to keep up, and surprisingly, her ankle began to feel better as she moved. The cold night air chilled her as they moved away from the fires, and she wished for warmer clothing. Her wings did cut the wind a bit, but she needed a heavier garment. A cloak.
The moon led them to the edge of the forest. In a pool of light, Zanna sank down to the ground and opened to the beginning of the book she had been carrying. She began to read as Alise paced the tree line. Zanna found the words written on the pages cryptic yet somehow familiar. As best she could tell in the dim light, the pages contained a description of an unusual girl. A girl half-loved, worshipped and rejected. A girl with talents and gifts. A girl who set out on her own in the world. It was the kind of beginning that begged for action. What would the girl do? Zanna caught herself wondering and she did what she always did, she flipped to the back of the book. Yet she found the pages at the back of the book empty. Turning toward the middle, she sighed to find the pages bare. Only the beginning of the story had been written. How unfortunate, she thought.
Just then, Alise let out a yelp in the distance. Then she felt his hand on her back just where her wings rested.
â€œYouâ€™ve found my book,â€ Mikelo said into her ear.
This week’s Trifecta submission, including the third definition of the wordÂ melt: to make tender or gentle, soften.Â If you like it, read the rest here.