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"Ouch!" The angel had pricked her finger on a thorn, a droplet of red running down her finger. "Be more careful!" Mizuki came running over, looking at the small wound and tsked. Her older sister was rare, an angel born with black hair and wings the color of the raven. "It's okay, look, it stopped bleeding!" Mizuki wasn't satisfied though. She took out a bandage, wrapping it around the injured finger. "You need your hands to paint, it'd be a shame to ruin your gift." Celeste looked away, puffing out her cheeks. "It's my only talent, unlike you and our brothers." Mizuki sighed, ruffling her little sister's fluffy white hair. "You remind me of someone, but I can't place it," Mizuki sighed, taking a few steps away. Celeste hiked up her dress, running to keep up. "Hey Mizu, today's the day isn't it? Mother and Father will let me go to the village for the art show, right?" Mizuki winked, "We're doing everything to make it happen, just sit tight."
"No," a chill ran down her spine. Her mother stood before her, sitting on her throne. "Sorry sweetie, you know that there's no one who can overrule your mother, not even me." King Zadkiel shook his head and sighed, knowing that when it came to his children, Queen Callisto's word was law. "But I want to go! It's the first year I'm old enough to display my work!" Queen Callisto narrowed her eyes. "Do you not recall what happened the last time you went to the town square?" Celeste looked away, shuffling her feet. She heard a sigh, feathers ruffling as her mother walked down and hugged her. "We love you very much Celeste, but you did not inherit the family combat trait. You're not able to protect yourself," Celeste's jaw clenched. "I can bring Mizuki with me, or Raphie, he'll come!" She bunched the fabric of her dress in her hands, feeling tears blossom in her eyes. "My answer is no, don't ask again."
"Stop trying to ruin my life!" Celeste pushed her mother away, running down the hall and to the door. A prisoner in her own home, she wasn't sure how long it had been like this, months perhaps, or maybe years. "I wanted to show them my art," Celeste collapsed right inside the doors to her room. "I wanted to show everyone that I'm not weak and useless." She wanted to prove to the world that she was worth her title of Princess. Most days it seemed like she could only do wrong to her inheritance. She wasn't strong or physically gifted like her eldest siblings, she was small and weak, her hands soft and nimble, most often stained with the paints she used to depict watercolor scenes. "I'll never be like them," she whispered, her window creaking open, the light shining on her. Celeste shook out her wings, rising to her feet.
Fine then, she wouldn't go, but they couldn't keep her grounded forever. Balancing on the edge of the windowsill, Celeste opened up her wings to their full length, taking a leap. At first, it was rough, she dropped, having to keep her shriek in as her wings pumped, then, they lifted, carrying her through the sky. Celeste opened her eyes, her expression becoming joyful. Flying always made her feel better, up here, she didn't have to listen to anyone. "Hey sissy," Michael came up beside her, his feathers brushing hers. His wings were the color of a sparrow's egg with light flecks of deep blues. "Leave me alone," Celeste puffed out her cheeks. "All of your paintings sold, as soon as the town's people saw your signature, it became a mad dash." Her paintings had been sent in advance, it was a requirement of the show. "It's not worth it, I wanted to be there, to see their reactions, instead I'm trapped here."
Michael banked right, blocking her path. "Leave me alone!" Celeste whimpered. He grabbed her wrists, their wings touching. "Just listen, mom and dad would never forgive themselves if you turned human, you were already nearly kidnapped once." He drove Celeste further down, until they were close to her window again. "I don't agree with it, but it's for the best." He pushed gently on her stomach, but with his super strength, it was enough to send Celeste inside, her head hitting the other wall. The window swung shut and the girl curled up on the floor, nursing a headache. She heard someone calling for her, but Celeste couldn't hear them, her ears were ringing.
Nightfall came, devouring the sky and turning it to darkness. She sat in her room, writing letters of thanks for the gifts to her grandmother, who was the sole survivor of the Great War. Her Nana enjoyed spoiling her grandchildren, saying that she was old and didn't have use for material items anymore. It was merely an excuse of course, angels didn't age, apparently, demons didn't either. There was a knock at the window, someone throwing a rock against it. Celeste ignored it, no doubt her brothers were fooling around in the garden, it wasn't unusual for them to be up at all hours of the night. She went back to her writing when another stone was thrown. Celeste put her things down, going to see if maybe she could join them. The Princess opened her window ever so slightly and felt a brush of cold. The window pushed itself open on its own, hands grabbing at her. "Stay away!" She screamed, knocking over an easel. "Don't touch me!" A piece of wet cloth was shoved against her nose, smelling salts invading her senses. Her nightgown tore as she stumbled, falling to the ground. "Help," the princess crowed weakly. The doors burst open, but it was too late, they were already gone.
When her head cleared and her eyes opened every so slightly, Celeste was nursing a terrible headache. She was still in her torn nightgown, the silk fabric clinging to her. "Where... am I?" She tried to move, a scream retched from her body. Her wing, there was blood dripping across the soft white down. It was pinned to the wall with spikes. Her eyes widened and Celeste couldn't focus. Her wrists and ankles were both chained, her feet unable to touch the ground. Celeste felt sick, her wings were her most precious asset, without them, she really was useless.