|Wings of a Soldier
Author: Hikaru Maiden PM
A girl finds someone hurt and she is the type who can't stand it when others suffer.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 596 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Published: 04-05-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5872803
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Disclaimer: I don't own Cantarella.
Note: I own Lacy Wing.
Wings of a Soldier
By: Hikari Maiden
Eyes closed, Chiaro laid unconscious upon the grassy, green earth as crimson red blood flowed from his body, soaked his torn clothes and made pools where his body laid and where the grass went from green to red.
Lacy Wing smelled blood nearby. Concerned, she began to search for the source. She slipped on wet ground and her right ankle jerked to the right side as she fell to the right and backwards. Her body hit something hard and her head hit the ground hard. Eyelids squeezed shut, a cough burst forth, her body so rattled by the harsh impact. She breathed and her eyelids relaxed. The pain seemed to go away some. She opened her eyes and sat up. What she saw when she sat up made her queasy. There was so much blood. Also, what she saw made her heart feel sad. She saw a soldier who lost his wings and fell. Tears filled her eyes. "Poor soldier who suffers." She smiled and said, "I shall help and you shall suffer no more." She reached towards him, her queasiness ignored, for the strength of her kindness and compassion stronger than her stomach. Then, she gently pulled him towards her and struggled to help him stand, for she was four feet and a quarter of and inch tall and he probably was about five feet and she only weighed 119 pounds and he probably weighed way more due to muscles and height and what he wore. However, her kindness and compassion gave her strength to help him to where she lived.
Chiaro opened his eyes the slightest bit and blinked.
Lacy smiled. "You're awake."
He turned his head to the right and gave her a confused look. "Who…?"
"My name is Lacy Wing. I found you unconscious and hurt. I was worried, so I took you home to nurse you back to health."
He quickly sat up with a gasp and the white cloth on his forehead flew into his lap. He grimaced.
She stood from the wooden stool beside the bed and gently pushed him back down towards the bed. She shook her head from side-to-side. "Uh-uh. You stay put. Your body needs to recuperate."
He gave her a shocked look. "Do you know who I am? Did you know our countries are at battle? You will be a traitor if I stay."
"I'm already a traitor because I don't want to kill you. I want to help you. I already have you inside my home. It makes no difference if you leave."
He sighed and laid back down on the bed.
"I so badly want to reach out and help those in need. I don't like it when people and animals suffer. It's sad and my heart aches so much with sorrow that the pain in my chest is unbearable."
"Hey. I didn't get to tell you my name."
She looked at him with a blank expression and blinked. "Oh? What is it?"
She sighed. "Ah. What a name. I love it."
He chuckled. "You're funny."
"Are your wings coming back, fallen soldier? Will you be able to take flight yet again?"
He smiled and nodded. Then, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
She rewet the white cloth and placed it on his forehead. Then, she smiled as she watched him sleep.
Hikari Maiden: I type this in memory of Rachel Joy Scott.