• Asmara never felt so alive in her life. Air swished around her, bewitching her hair into what looked like a coil of upset albino snakes. Once she got used to the burn of sharp wind clawing at her eyes she looked down at the scenery below them. It was the most beautiful scene she could set eyes upon. The mass of trees flying by underneath them, were full of life. She gasped in surprise at the beauty, disturbing Ezekiel. He stumbled in the air and had to land.
    Ezekiel landed gracefully on a branch high up in a tree. She slid from his back and staggered. He whipped around and grabbed her shoulder, steadying her. She looked down at the lush green earth far below and felt dizzy. Ezekiel took her hand in his making her turn bright red. Their eyes locked. She felt like she was lost in a sea of molten gold.
    She felt like they had been studying each other for hours with silent conversation, but the spell broke in seconds. One moment you were admiring each other’s faces, in a secret world of their very own. The next, he looks away, shattering your heart to pieces and leaving you missing the memory as it fades into the furthest access of your mind, leaving an empty starvation of wonder, gnawing at the pit of your stomach.
    He seemed to have had a ghost of past memory ebb at his consciousness and flash before his eyes. His eyes widened and he staggered back, loosing balance. He plummeted toward the ground, before wings like wind through paper ballooned and allowed him safe access to the ground. He didn’t come back and get her.
    Nausea rose in her throat and she turned around, feeling the rough bark, digging her nails into the hard outer shell. Her feet inched forward, brushing against the trunk with the tips of her toes. She gulped and looked sown at the steep vertical decline and at the homey solid ground, so far below. The breeze stirred her perching branch making her slip, cutting at her feet as she fell.
    She reached for a passing branch and barely caught it. She swung idly, the branch bobbing under her weight. She looked below her, billows of smoke rising to her level up in the trees. Ezekiel has started a fire and preparing his meal. Her stomach grumbled hungrily at the thought of food. She hadn’t eaten in who knows when. Her mind wandered back to the hot meal that had been prepared for her earlier that day, which she had abandoned to save his sorry a**. She glared at the top of his head as he stoked the fire.
    A creak above her head tore her away from her staring contest with Ezekiel’s head. Her branch was slowly cracking. It would soon snap and she would plummet to her death. She sighed sadly. How easily someone’s life could end. She could feel the branch starting to give way under her weight. She laughed nervously and then heard the branch snap.
    Air swirled around her, swallowing her whole as she plunged toward her death bed. Tears streamed down her face, every second feeling like an hour. It was a horrible feeling when you knew you were going to die and there was nothing you could do. Especially when the one person who could was too stubborn to notice that you were tumbling toward the ground, deathly fast and were going to become a green splattered mess, that would easily suffice as a good meal for him and he could go home satisfied.

    * * *

    Ezekiel poked at his makeshift fire with a stick, pondering. He scowled into the dancing flames. What was he doing? She wasn’t going to be able to get down on her own. He would be able to defend himself easily when the time came that she wanted to kill him for whatever reason. Plus, it wasn’t even the time and place that she would attack him. He shook his head, laughing at himself. What was he, the future king of his people, to fear a mere elf girl, who didn’t even have a weapon on hand? He had disposed of her only weapon with a slight flick of his wrist. But she had magic. Why hadn’t she used it before?
    A deafening snap emanated above him. His head snapped up to the sound. The branch from which Asmara had been hanging from had broken and she was falling rapidly. He launched himself into flight, grabbing her midair, holding her tight to his chest. He smiled down at her and she glared back.

    * * *

    Asmara glared up at his beaming face, but she couldn’t stay anger at him, after all he saved her. She couldn’t shake the eerie feeling of death from her system though; no matter how much she tried she knew she would probably remember that feeling for the rest of her life. Now she knew how the soldiers in her kingdom felt after the continuous wars between the two kingdoms.
    She drew herself closer to him, feeling his heart beat in the excitement of flight. His muscles rippled from every stroke of his wings. It was soothing, comforting. She looked up at his face, his jawbone stretched tight from concentration in flight. He was so pale. She reached her hand up to touch his neck.
    Asmara hesitated, her hand hanging in midair, mid-touch. She saw his neck strain tighter, anticipating her touch. She traced the stiff tendons in his neck. He shivered and picked up the pace. And then he stopped midair, levitating. He wrapped his velvety black wings around her, protectively and seducing. She pressed closer to him to feel his warmth. He smiled a toothy smile and brushed her moonlit hair from her face and away from her neck, exposing her throat. She sighed and looked up at him, gazing into his yellow eyes.
    The moon shown down on them, bathing them in its pristine light, the trees sparkled green-silver. They marveled at the sight. Ezekiel looked up at the stars, wrapping his arms tighter around Asmara’s waist. He looked down at her, eyes glistening with desire. She craned her neck and pecked him on the lips. He held her in place, his lips still pressed to hers. Her hands knotted in his raven locks and his lips pressed harder to hers.
    They pulled away breathless and descended back to their camp. The fire was still ablaze and he doused it with a beat of his wing, the wind snuffing it out like blowing out a candle. Asmara looked at him puzzled. He motion for her to get on her back. She did without discussion. He launched them into the air.
    “What’s with the urgency?” She whispered.
    “They are going to come after us eventually. It’s best we get enough ground between us before they do.”
    Asmara watched as the earth disappeared underneath them and got swallowed up by the night. She closed her eyes off to the world and concentrated on Ezekiel’s wings cutting air as she drifted into sleep.
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