#301 Creatures of the Night
The pain was unbearable but necessary if she was to join her family at the Festival of Lights. She had to go it alone. As much as her mother wanted to be there, hold her hand, wipe her brow, she kept her distance. They all kept their distance.
When the screams started it was visceral. Her skin tore. Two parallel slits on her back. After her screams subsided, the sobs began. She would need to survive the release of her wings. Wet with blood, they unfurled and spread. Each flap felt new but familiar. She was ready. She was reborn.
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