《Finley- The Lost Prince》Chapter 17: Flying
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Finley Cai Aies Hall March 30th, 20XX
I was irritated.
It was a rather unfamiliar emotion for me because I tried not to let external influences bother me but... it would be difficult to not feel this way after being dressed up like a doll and then being stared at like a display all day. The reason I had forced myself to let Sparrow do whatever she wanted was in order to gain her favor but I couldn't help but think that she had really gone too far.
Then when I had just about accepted it and settled my mood Will’s loud and mocking laughter plummeted it once again.
“ Who dressed you up like that? You look like a popstar doll.”
I scowled and sat down as he remodeled me into an office worker.
“ Who else but your younger sister? Some idiots poured a bucket of water on me so she offered to get me a spare uniform and got carried away.”
Instead of apologizing on her behalf as I’d expected or at least offering me a few words of sympathy he only started laughing again.
“ Who did you offend so badly that they would pour a bucket of water on you in the middle of the day?”
He finished with my hair and once again walked me to the office the office where he killed time as I worked.
“ What am I even paying you for? I don't think I’ve ever seen you do a shred of work”
He looked up from the tv he’d had installed here with an annoyingly smug expression,
“ How could I possibly leave my work undone until the few hours my boss shows up for work? If I did then how would I get to advise him and offer him guidance?”
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Basically he rushed through all his work so he could bother me while I was here. What a respectable adult.
Despite my harsh criticism of him the running of the company had become much smoother due to his direct management of the various contracts as well as him helping me find Nicholas who was undergoing training to run the company as my proxy or more officially the Vice-CEO. These were the reasons that I chose to ignore him, finish my work and drove him home afterwards.
Even though I was done with work my day was far from over. I was summoned to the fairy world and subjected to the lesson I’d been dreading the most. Flying.
Cambridge looked at me with amusement as I refused to approach the deadly looking cliff . Her iron grip wrapped around my wrist like a clamp and dragged me closer and closer until we were both at the edge.
“ W-Wa-Wait! Lets not do this.please? You’re the one that looked after me as a kid right? Wouldn't it be horrible to let all that work go to waste with my death?”
She laughed in an indulging way but still switched our positions until she was behind me and I was half a step from falling off. Something a lot of people did not know about me was my intense fear of heights. I wasn't sure where it had come from but it didn't look curable. She turned me around and forced me to make eye contact with her. It was then that I noticed the warmth in her eyes that I hadn't before.
“ I promise you Finley, while I'm here you won't ever suffer a fall. Now spread your wings.”
Her voice immediately calmed me down ...or it did until I looked down to the bed of jagged rocks hundreds of stories down.
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“ Don’t look down. “
My eyeline was immediately refocused to the sky, a light blue with few clouds.. a great day to die I guess.
“Don't look up either, look straight ahead. Now flap your wings twice.”
Then she pushed me and my heart sank to the bottom of my feet that were no longer supported by the earth. It was as I was thinking what I figured were my last thoughts that I realized something rather important.
“I’m…. not falling”
Cambridge flew up beside me and her grey wings, the color of a downy owl flapped behind her. They had ballooned to double their original size and were lazily flapping to keep her afloat, The air pressure from behind me notified me that mine had done the same.
Looking more princely than I ever would she extended a hand towards me and flashed a proud smile that brought out the softer features on her face.
“ Don’t worry Finley, I won’t ever let you fall.”
It was as I returned home that I remembered a buried memory from however long ago.
The ground that I was just on now seemed so far away and no matter how much I screamed no one came to get me down. The tears streaming from my eyes were making it difficult to keep my balance and i could feel the strength fading from my fingers that clung to the wall behind me in order to keep my balance.
“ calm down Finley. I’m coming to get you. just wait half a second“
However the hands that had been steadying me completely lost strength and I started to fall. It happened so quickly that I couldn't even scream but just as quickly as I’d fallen I was caught and cradled safely in someone's arms. I buried my head in their shoulder and only calmed down when I heard,
“ Don't worry Finley, as long as I'm here, I won't ever let you fall.”
I went to sleep with this memory in my mind and unconsciously reached out to grab the locket I put on the bedside table. I ended up grabbing the gem studded box beside it but I was too focused on ignoring the sickening tugging feeling in my stomach to notice.
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