• I remember nothing of my childhood. I simply recall the dull wing and the burning sensation on my face. My cheeks burned from the cold and my throat felt as if it were bleeding. Mom pushed me of the edge of the cliff and I panicked....but suddenly a burst of cool wing shot out of my back and before I knew it....I was flying.

    (10 years later)

    I awoke in the morning stretching and yawning. "Ugh another dreadful morning" I said unfurling my black and white speckled wings. I don't remember exactly how I got these wings...but I know that ever since I've had them life has been tough. I turned around to look in the mirror and examined my wings. They were amazing...that's what the doctors mostly said. But it was uncommon for a girl my age and with my history to have wings.

    Oh, I'm sorry, your probably confused. -giggles- My name is Keina Nightraven, I'm 15 years old and I have...well...wings. In the world where I live all humans are mutated with animal DNA. Because this my friends...is the future.