Spread Your Wings

In another world, a plethora of shining balls of light swirl into the sky, climb to touch the clouds, and explode with pride all over the city. The crowds cheer in a blend of awe and excitement after the countdown struck down to zero. The roars call to the booms that crack the skies in shards, and the distant sirens speeding to the downtown are barely heard as the crowd dances without a care in the world.

The pupils of young children sparkle at the sight of the colorful explosions captivating the heavens. The people converse and connect in harmony together as they hear the softened beats of music blasting out to the plaza. The river waters and the glass of skyscrapers imitate the glimmering flashes of light above. The art of the explosion is as beautiful as the crystal chandeliers of another life, but a new painting covers the vibrant plaza in horror.

A young woman with dark blue hair hangs from the highest building in the plaza, her skin pale and rich against an incoming helicopter spotlight as it waves over her. Her marks darken as the light shows her blood as it drips to the red spray paint marked over the wall.

Once the helicopter discovers the scarred girl hanging from the rooftop, hundreds of thousands of eyes analyze the same image as a rainbow of colors fade the corners of camera feeds and witnesses an abrupt revolution.

The billboards swipe all insignificance to showcase the discovery, while the screens of a million devices do the same. The whole world takes their eyes off the beauty of an annual holiday to observe a new truth that swallows the flames of the skies.

Everyone screams and shouts a plea of salvation for the girl above them, but the hope she had was lost when the glass of the wall behind her was shattered with a silent thud. The greater pounds of a helicopter storm through the rows of towers continue to publicize Azura and the pair of wings that are spray painted on either side of her. The black and blue wings glisten with a message hidden deep within their feathers, and the souls who catch the butterfly in their sight can only question its meaning.

The police sirens catch up to the scene as quickly as they can, steering through to avoid hitting any of the civilians in the plaza. As they swerve and park in place to begin ordering people away from the ceremony, they gaze at the scene themselves to stare in fear.

A police door drags open, and a man comes to jump out of the passenger seat, finding his ex-girlfriend as the new purpose for the countdown. Staring up with wide eyes, the weight of the world drags Ryker down to his knees as the words he spoke from his mistaken breaths string down below dense, broad wings.

Spread your wings and fly to solace.