The Girl with Wings

Chapter 1 (i.p)
Ever wake up and suddenly have wings?

That's what happened to me when I was 13.

I woke up in the morning to the sound of my alarm. I opened my eyes, and got up from my bed. I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I looked in the mirror, and saw something strange. Behind my back was a pair of white wings. I washed my face again, and opened my eyes, hoping that it was just my imagination. But it was still there. I turned my head, and just then I could see it clearly. It grew out of my back and ripped my pink pajama. I touched it. Its feathers were very soft and clean, like that of a swan's.

My first reaction?

I screamed.

My Dad ran into my room, his white office shirt half buttoned. He was wearing his black trousers and a sock on his left foot. My Dad was a pale, handsome caucasian man with blonde hair and blue eyes. His jaw hung open. "So she has claimed you," he said, studying my wing. "Claimed? What do you mean? Dad, did you hide something from me all this years?" He looked at me in the eye, and sat down on my bed. "Sit, sweetheart." he said gently. "13 years ago, I met a beautiful woman in Los Angeles. She had dark caramel hair and grey eyes. We fell in love and she had you. But she had to leave because.. She was a goddess." "Dad, you're joking right? This is not funny!" He looked deep into my eyes, and I know that he was serious. "A goddess? Like the one in Greek Mythology?" "Yes. She was the goddess of victory, Nike. She named you after her Roman counterpart. I promised her to bring you somewhere safe when you're thirteen, which is today," he took my hand and we walked to his silver Mercedes-Benz. "Where are we going?" "A safe place for children like you," he replied, turning our car on. We hit the roads of New York in no time. I realized that we were heading to Montauk, but I stayed silent. There was an awkward silence in the car as we got closer to a strawberry field. There was a huge billboard that said,

"DELPHI STRAWBERRY SERVICES

PICK YOUR OWN STRAWBERRIES!"

My Dad parked his car on the side of the road, and locked it. We walked to the border, and from afar I saw a huge entrance. On it was written "CAMP HALF-BLOOD". I noticed an enormous pine tree near the border, and curling around it was a dragon. It was beautiful, its scales glittering in the sun light. On a branch of the tree was a golden fleece. I kept walking into the camp, hand in hand with my Dad. We arrived at the border, and he kissed my cheek. "I can't go in. Go," he smiled, "You can meet me next autumn. See you, sweetheart." He walked to our car, and I shed a tear. I felt a hand on my shoulder.