Friday, January 19, 2007

When Angels Cry, Prelude

Some find the Filda to be a beautiful people.

Their lean, powerful, frames... Their striking features... Their clear, sharp, eyes and fair skin... Even as normal men, the race as a whole would a comely one. But, naturally, their strong, colored wings are the first feature most notice about the Filda.

Which is why some find them frightening.

After all, a man or woman with wings that, when outspread, are normally twice as long from tip to tip as the barer is tall, can be slightly intimidating. Even more frightening is the power those colorful, feathered wings possess. A normal Filda can fly for two days without even a break in rhythm. Perhaps some of the fear and nervousness most people feel over the Filda comes from their own tendency to shy away from close dealings with anyone, Filda or otherwise. Few have held friendships with the elusive flying race, and even fewer have held close relations.

Yet, it is best not to think of the Filda as proud, or arrogant... Neither are they mean-spirited, or selfish. Rather, the Filda are a race that values freedom so hightly, they would even sacrifice normal dealings to preserve liberty in its highest form. They say that is why the Maker gave them wings... To give them the opportunity to be completely free, to leave no land, mountain top, or sea out of their journey.

For every Filda is a king, and his kingdom streches as wide as the sky.

When Angels Cry
Story One in the Tales of the Filda

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