New Life[NR]

White eyes stare high above at the dazzling array of stars. Ginko had been rewarded a gift by God, yet he felt it more of a punishment. Never having to worry about stay in this plain Ginko never prepared to stay. Everything here felt new even though he had traveled many times under the Lord’s grace to this world. The ground felt cool under his feet. “No shoes…” he never wore them never needed to, until now. Even the clothes on his back disappeared. Sighing with frustration two large black feathery wings covered his being as he scanned the nearby area for anybody.

The night air pressing against his bare skin gave him chills which ran down his spine. Never had he felt so exposed. Ginko with weary face plastered on his face stared at the light show above him. The stars above him reminded him of home which for the life of him was becoming harder to remember with every passing moment. “A dirt road…” he thought as his feet greeted the unfamiliar texture of pummeled dirt and rock. His wings twitched with anticipation of finding a abandoned cabin Ginko smiled as he tried to stave off the feeling of loss.

The dirt road was long and quiet which was disrupted by the occasional rustle of leaves and broken branches. In his mind he replayed his fondest memories in life. He remembered his mother and his father. They were his closest to his heart. He silently prayed for their well being and for them not to worry of his absence in heaven. The dirt road without his realization started to become patches of flatten forestry. It wasn’t until he felt the feel of natural grass under him he found the dirt road ended a while ago. Ginko’s white eyes scanned the area with great depth that correlated with his frustration about the whole situation.

“What was I doing?” odd a sudden slip of his mind occurred as he forgot why he was so frustrated. A cabin appeared within his sight. Ginko’s expressions lightened as he spread open his wings with delight at the crudely constructed wooden cabin. Jolting to the cabin he found it mostly abandoned. Cobwebs, mold and damp furniture were found inside after Ginko kicked the door down after knocking a few times. Placing the door back from off the floor he turned around to see a ruin bed waiting for him to rest upon.

The only thought he had was to rest on that bed. It reeked of poor quality whiskey and sweat, but Ginko didn’t care. Eyelids covering the white eyes which brought him here sent the dragon-angel into a slumber.

Days passed in a drowsy blur as he slept through what seemed an endless bombardment of dreams. Ginko dreamt of bright light sky. A world made up of pure light. The light in his dreams were so pure it blinded it him, but did not hurt his eyes. The city although made up of light was also composed of expensive gold and silver. People walked on the expensive material without care or even questioned what they walked upon was gold. People seemed to care more about each other. Everything seemed so beautiful from the buildings to people and oddly very feel of the place felt beautiful.

At times Ginko dreamed of a beautiful woman. Her beauty surpassed her kindness which was vast as the sea from what he could tell. She sprouted wings of white color and a gold halo brilliant lit. She talked kindly to Ginko though he could never he anything she said other than his name, but that was far and wide. At least that’s what he thought was his name. Nothing else bled through the defining silence, but the word Ginko. At times a large dragon swooped from under this paradise. The angel always greeted the giant dragon affectionately with a hug or touch foreheads.

The dragon spoke down at Ginko, but he himself never felt angry at the dragon for doing so. At times he wanted to hear what the dragon was saying. Another odd fact the dragon never opened his mouth large than an inch, but somehow he could tell he was speaking. Azami is his last name apparently. At least that was the order the dragon repeated his name, “Ginko, Azami” or was it the other way around? The dragon was black in color looked menacing and cruel, but was the exact opposite.

The last dream he conjured up was sitting between the two. They both were staring at Ginko with loving eyes. Just who were they? Time slowed, as all sound became secluded from the world, color evaporated from sight and tears flowed down his face. “Why am I crying? I don’t even know them.” Sitting up from the whiskey stained bed Ginko stared at his naked body using a broken mirror across the room. “I have wings?!” excited he stared at the black feathery wings like a child fawning over a new Christmas gift. “I need clothes.” And so began his search for useable clothing.

The hazy afternoon heat radiated through the wooden cabin forcing the naked angel to sweat as he searched for clothing. Not exactly sure as to how he ended up in the cabin Ginko wiping sweat off his brow pulled over a hidden latch from the floor. The latch released a cool breeze as light infiltrated through the square. Jumping down with little caution Ginko stared at the boxes neatly stored with care. They looked although aged well preserved which was odd seeing as it was an abandoned cabin. Slowly walking through the just visible room Ginko gingerly grabbed a box.

The box had a heavy layer of dust coating its outer layer which puffed up into the air anytime Ginko shifted his grasp on the box. It had a lock keeping thieves out. Ginko examining the lock pulled it lightly. What he heard next was the screeching sound of iron being torn apart with ease. The strength Ginko owned was a mystery to him as he stared mystified by the torn off lock. Not sure exactly as to how he did this the angel gently placed the lock on the dirt ground as the empty had rifled through the box.

The box within its confines held exactly what Ginko was looking for clothing. Whoever owned these clothes had a serious fetish for black. Everything seemed to own was black. Not too picky Ginko quickly placed them on. The only thing the previous owner did not own in black was a silver crucifix which seemed to be blessed. Ginko wasn’t sure how he knew it was blessed. It was just a feeling he had. The clothes luckily matched his black feathery wings. That was something he was grateful for at least.

Lazy heat spread throughout the wooden cabin in what seemed invisible waves. Now with the naked problem solved Ginko stared through the window after wiping a thick layer of dust from it revealing the mountains from which he awoke from. Ginko unable to remember how he ended up in the cabin or of his past sighed with growing frustration. If the past was so bad that his mind forced himself to forget all about it maybe it was best if he left it like that? The mountains looked full of life. It was plentiful and very spacious. This would be his new home.

A few months have past since Ginko had lost his memories. Within those few months Ginko has been rediscovering his abilities given to him as birthright. The abilities which he held were many and great. Ginko with no real desire to learn of his past the months improving the cabin from a rundown filthy wooden box in the forest into something more suitable for a living being. Having seen people once or twice Ginko has decided to follow them and see where they go.