The Meeting

[Flamebird]

The crisp evening air did not stay the heat overtaking my body. Infuriation, conscientiousness, fear… My blood boiled. My skin broke into sweat. Fists tightened, I glared at the owl.

Its – or his, I remember a male voice – feathers were rustled in the wind. In turn, the cream and white bird looked quite fluffy. Usually, I would find such a sight adorable. This thing, however, had been invading my privacy! No! He could not get away with it. His explanation better be good, I mused.

The bird suddenly took off again. I thought he was daring to get away. Instead, he made a U turn and flew straight into my room. My room! Why?! I stomped after him, raging. “WHAT DO YOU THINK-“ Wait – he was glowing. The white and pale gold light glimmered. I could swear I saw letters, numbers, and symbols surrounding him faintly. The figure started to change, the light grew to a blinding rate. I had to cover my eyes. I raised my arm, shielding myself. Then, with rapidly blinking eyes, I looked back, lowering my arm.

A humanoid stood in the owl’s place.

He had long, white hair, fair skin, and glowing amber eyes. He wore a white trench coat, white silk shirt, and black pants. Instead of feet, he had sturdy talons. I honestly felt afraid. I caught myself taking a step back. The floorboards moaned beneath my boots. I watched the boy, about my age, with caution. Compared to the bland room, his presence shimmered like diamond. He was like a bright star shinning in a dead autumn night. He turned towards the bowl of fruit on the desk. He swiped a peach. Grasping it, he looked back towards me. He seemed to appear surprised. “Why are you upset?”

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Why…

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Am I

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Upset?

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“OH, I’LL TELL YOU WHY I’M ‘UPSET', OWL BOY!!!”