"I was only eight when I first witnessed someone winged on the street near my house. Although I could only peer through my window on the second floor while standing on my bed, the process was beautiful. Dark material started to appear behind the man - they weren't attached to him, but they formed into the shape of wings that continued to spread into the air. It was apparent that he belonged to the element of 'darkness', yet I could sense warmth and comfort from the 'wings'. 

 

Of course, at that time I didn't know what it fully meant for someone to be winged, but I have been holding my hopes up that one day I would be the one to wing someone special to me. "

Credits

• this story is inspired heavily by Sekirei (the winged motif), however apart from this motif everything is original content.