A Short Story :)

This is a short story I wrote for English class over a year ago now. It's one of my most favourite pieces I have ever written. That said, all ideas and basis for piece are mine. All Rights Reserved. Copyright© of Morrigan Dubh. Whatever it is, just don't use my ideas if you like them, please and thank you! Enjoy! :)

Forever Alone...

My wings brought me gently back to Earth, setting my bare feet onto a soft blanket of snow. Looking around, I found myself standing in the middle of a deserted street. Everything had been blanketed in a thick layer of snow - cars were only recognisable shapes.
   I began to walk down the street. As I took my first few steps, I inhaled deeply, my back arching inwards, causing my head to tilt back. I felt my fragile, black wings fold back into my skin. A shiver ran up my spine from the sensation.
   I could hear nothing but the whisper of the wind as it caressed my bare arms and upper back. The whole street - town, even - was deathly silent. It was as if everyone had fallen, magically, asleep.
   I smiled at my handiwork, before letting my grin drop. I sighed. I wish I had listened.
   Though it was many millennia ago, I could still clearly remember my mother telling me, in the odd clicks and whistles of my native tongue, to be careful what I prayed for. As a young child, I had always dreamed of becoming our great Goddess. Her name translated from the ancient language would mean something similar to "Giver of Life, Punisher of Death", for She could control the very essence of life; She could decide if you lived or died.
   I prayed each night to our Goddess asking Her to give me beautiful, velvet wings like her own. I begged her for great magic like her's.
   On my seventeenth birthday, my wish was granted: I woke with large, fairy-like wings, midnight black like my hair. Frightened, I ran to my mother. When she saw me, she too became frightened. Yet, being the loving mother she was, she tried to comfort me.
   Once her fingertips brushed my elbow, she turned to dust. I had killed my own mother just like that.
Terrified, I had ran from the hut I had once lived in, before I could harm any others.
   From then on, I have wandered the Earth, becoming the Goddess as the original as She passed her powers on to me before fading away from existence. I can control people's lives at will; create new species of animal; be no longer affected by temperature or weather. I cannot die.
   As if to prove this to myself, I looked down at my bare feet and clothes - a black, sleeveless, corset styled top and black skinny jeans.
   Then it began to snow. Heavily. If my eyesight wasn't sharper than a human's, I would've been blinded by the white sheets of snow falling before me.
   Then, suddenly, a terrible scream pierced the silence of the sleeping street. I opened my mouth to taste the emotions the sound carried - terror, grief, sadness, loss.
   It was the cry of death, the reason I had come here. I followed the trail of feelings to a two storey, semi-detached house. The door opened for me as I entered the hall, bringing a whirlwind of snow with me, before the door shut itself again.
   I listened for another loud cry, but all I could give ear to was the rumble of the now strong wind beating against the house. Then I heard it - a whimper.
   At inhuman speed, I found the source of the sound in an upstairs bedroom. It was a little girl. Her long, blond hair covered most of her face, as it was tilted. There was the stain of tear drops below her on the sheets of the bed she leaned against.
   Upon the bed was a woman. Her skin was pale, her lips were blue.
   The little girl looked up at me. She didn't seem startled to see me suddenly appear in the room. Her bottom lip quivered as she said, "Help my mommy. She's really cold and won't wake up." My heart ached as I remembered the loss of my own mother.
   I came to stand at the edge of the bed and knelt down, so I was directly above the mother's face. Ever so gently, I pressed my lips to her forehead, passing great heat into her body. Her cheeks turned rosy pink and her lips became a juicy apple red.
   As I moved away, towards the window at the other side of the bedroom, I heard a gasp for air and the words, "What happened?"
   "Oh, Mommy!" I didn't need to look to know the little girl was now clutching her mother, hugging her with all her might.
   I exhaled a long and hard breath, as my back arched again. This time, I hunched inward, as my large wings folded out of my skin.
   I was about to open the large section in the window, when I heard a quiet, small voice, "Thank you fairy girl."
   I looked over my shoulder at the little girl who was now sitting on the knee of her mother. I gave them a fleeting smile and a slight nod, before flinging the window open and jumping out.
   My super sensitive hearing picked up the scramble of feet as I soared higher into the cloud covered sky.
A single word travelled the wind: "Angel."
   I spiralled into the centre of the snow storm, hands outstretched as if i was trying to grip the clouds. I wished, at that moment, I was an angel like the mother thought.
   Anything would be better than the cursed beast I had become. Forever to roam the Earth.
   Forever alone.
   I closed my stormy, grey eyes. When I opened them again, the snow storm had vanished. There wasn't a cloud in sight.
   Time to go, I thought, and I let my midnight wings carry me to the home of my next survivor - or victim.