Ayla was born in a cloud. The moon was bright that night and
a single shooting star had flown past. The dust settled on the cloud and Ayla
was born. Her hair was long and white;
her skin was pale and almost translucent. But the most striking feature about
Ayla was her eyes. They were the lightest shade of blue, even lighter than the
sky on the most perfect day. The only thing Ayla had ever known was the sky
around her. The breeze moved her and she danced from one cloud to another. She
was a clever girl and always knew when to leave a cloud before it turned into a
storm. But today she forgot to move before the storm came in. She danced and
giggled and floated through the air, until she landed on a dark grey cloud.
Gasping, she jumped off. All the clouds in the sky were turning the same grey
color and suddenly she could electricity in the air. When the lightening hit
her skin, it surged all throughout her body. It burned inside her chest until
she opened her mouth to scream, and with that scream the lightening escaped.
Her eyes drifted shut and she fell. Her body soared down towards the earth
below, her hair flying all around her. The wind threw her all around, but Ayla’s eyes
remained closed.
Ayla’s body floated closer the ground below, but nobody
noticed. To them she was just another breeze in their familiar windy city. But
Shane noticed her. He glanced back and forth, but no one else could see what he
saw. He always knew he was a bit different, but he didn’t know exactly how
much.
He ran to her. He
pushed pedestrians out of the way, he practically jumped over a kid on a bike,
and just barely slid through oncoming traffic. The looks he received were not
uncommon, but he didn’t care. She was falling faster now and he was the only
one who could save her. Shane outstretched his arms waiting for the impact of
her landing, but there was no impact. She simply settled into his arms and felt
even lighter than a feather. People around him gasped, gawking at him. Her skin
which looked so transparent and luminous before was now a pale peach color just
like real human skin. But Shane realized that wasn’t what they were gawking at.
In his arms he was holding a pale naked girl who appeared out of nowhere. He
gently lowered her to the ground, taking his jacket off to cover her.
“Is..is she okay?” A women who he hadn’t noticed before was standing above them. He turned to look up at her. “I’m not sure.” He replied. He could see she was breathing, her chest slowly rising and falling underneath his jacket. Her white hair was strewn all around her and Shane couldn’t help but think of how much she looked like an angel.
“What is she?” The women whispered, almost too afraid for the answer. Shane took a deep breath before answering. “She’s a girl, that’s what she is!” He picked her up again; making sure her tiny body was covered up. The women looked at him like he was crazy. More and more people were drew in by curiosity. They were staring at him with angry fearful eyes. They didn’t know what she was, but they knew what he was. They thought he was some kind of freak, maybe a rapist. Before their minds could fester on even worse things Shane did the only thing he could do. He ran. Gripping her tight he ran past pedestrians with shocked expressions, jumping over a beat up mail box, turning the corner until he was out of sight. He didn’t stop running until he reached his house.
He was panting on his steps, the girl was no longer lighter than a feather. Her weight was that of an average teenage girl and his arms struggled to hold her. Her eyes were still shut, but he made sure she was still sleeping. “Wake up!” He begged. “Please wake up. I don’t know who you are, but you have to wake up.” He shook her limp body gently. A light breeze began to pick up and it swirled around them. Her hair moved with it and her eyes shot open. Her eyes were so bright, the brightest blue he had ever seen and then she was gone. His arms were empty, but for the old leather jacket. The breeze turned into a huge gust of wind, knocking him back against the porch railing. His head collided into the metal and the last thing he saw before the world went black was her hair swirling around her and her bright blue eyes wide with fear.
“Is..is she okay?” A women who he hadn’t noticed before was standing above them. He turned to look up at her. “I’m not sure.” He replied. He could see she was breathing, her chest slowly rising and falling underneath his jacket. Her white hair was strewn all around her and Shane couldn’t help but think of how much she looked like an angel.
“What is she?” The women whispered, almost too afraid for the answer. Shane took a deep breath before answering. “She’s a girl, that’s what she is!” He picked her up again; making sure her tiny body was covered up. The women looked at him like he was crazy. More and more people were drew in by curiosity. They were staring at him with angry fearful eyes. They didn’t know what she was, but they knew what he was. They thought he was some kind of freak, maybe a rapist. Before their minds could fester on even worse things Shane did the only thing he could do. He ran. Gripping her tight he ran past pedestrians with shocked expressions, jumping over a beat up mail box, turning the corner until he was out of sight. He didn’t stop running until he reached his house.
He was panting on his steps, the girl was no longer lighter than a feather. Her weight was that of an average teenage girl and his arms struggled to hold her. Her eyes were still shut, but he made sure she was still sleeping. “Wake up!” He begged. “Please wake up. I don’t know who you are, but you have to wake up.” He shook her limp body gently. A light breeze began to pick up and it swirled around them. Her hair moved with it and her eyes shot open. Her eyes were so bright, the brightest blue he had ever seen and then she was gone. His arms were empty, but for the old leather jacket. The breeze turned into a huge gust of wind, knocking him back against the porch railing. His head collided into the metal and the last thing he saw before the world went black was her hair swirling around her and her bright blue eyes wide with fear.
To Be Continued in next week’s challenge
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