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roads. The warm glows of fireplaces
and happy families whizzed by us as we raced across the streets, slower than I
would have liked because both Al and I had to support Vaze. My brown hair
turned black and damp while it stuck to my wet face and there was literally no
part of me that was dry.
    Vaze’s
breathing was shallow and forced though slowly getting better, but his injured
wing was about to be dragged along the cold hard ground. I hadn’t gotten a good
look at his wings before, but now that I had, I wished that I hadn’t. At first
his wings were like the wings of a bat, but closer up they resembled wings of black
dragons did in illustrated books. They were like black leather stretched over
flesh and bone, much like demon’s wings.
    Despite
the fact I was terrified by his demonic wings, I also found them strangely
mystifying, like a beautiful nightmare, if such a thing is possible. And even
though they could have been demon wings, I sensed no evil from them, or him. In
fact, if I dare say it, I found his presence calming and reassuring now that he
didn’t have a knife to my throat.
    It
didn’t take long before we were in front of a dingy old book store in dire need
of a new ‘closed’ sign. I peered through the yellowish glazed window and saw
towering book cases filled to the brim. They weren’t what I was looking for.
The bright warm glow of a fire-place towards the back of the shop was what I
was really interested in. Without bothering to knock I yanked the door open and
strode in, while my brother supporting Vaze followed me as silently as if he
were my shadow.
    Book-cases
loomed over us as I navigated my way through the maze-like walkways. It was
like the old bookworm actually liked giving his customers and visitors a hard
time finding their way to the door or right shelf. But unlike a customer, I was
familiar with the store from coming so many times with Seth when I was younger
and it was his turn to watch me. I hadn’t come in years, but I knew my way
around as if it were yesterday.
    Within
minutes I stood before a roaring fireplace with two comfy chairs perched in
front of it. A boy around the age of sixteen sat in one of the chairs. He had
intelligent and curious fig green eyes when he glanced up at me, only to bore
immediately back into his book again with one olive skinned had gripping his
chin. In the light his eyes had turned purple almost, but this color trick was
not new to me. Random strands of ashy blackish brown hair fell in front of his
face, but he ignored them like nothing was real in the world except for the
book he held.
    I
didn’t really like disturbing Seth when he was reading, but this was one of
those emergency times where I couldn’t do anything about it. I strode over and
yanked the book from his hands, which was just about the only way to get his
attention when he was reading. His green eyes grew wide as if his brain had
just turned off, which it probably had. Seth was the type of person where when
he reads he actually puts himself in the book and forgets there was ever
another world except for the one he chose to put himself in.
    After
his book shock was gone he looked up at me with a stern look. It melted away
when his eyes found my blood stained shoulder which I assumed had covered about
half of my favorite (and only) white shirt by that time.
    “What
happened?” He asked calmly though I knew he was freaking out on the inside.
    I
rolled my eyes and put my hands on my hips, as if it was nothing. I’d come home
with broken bones, small wounds, and the occasional fist full of my enemies’
hair, but nothing compared to this.
    “Does
it really matter?” I replied cheerfully. “Besides, the real problem is him.” I
pointed my good arm at Al and Vaze. Seth peered over the chair and his eyes
widened. Whether it was because Vaze looked worse than I did or because of
Vaze’s wings I didn’t know, but whatever it was caused Seth to take command of
the situation.
    Seth
burst up