Wings of freedom
A story published in the What the Fur 2013 story book, sold in the charity auction.
Once upon a time, there was a young husky who loved to look at the sky; to lose herself in the immense sea of it, to let her gaze wander in the cyan depth made her sometime lose touch with reality, but it was always for a short time, reality catching her back.
There was a reason she loved the sky with the passion she showed; there was a time, a long time ago, at least for her, where she used to explore the sky with the help of a plane. She was one with the currents, one with the clouds, fighting the winds and feeling like a bird. It was always brief, but these feeling were something that keep her on coming back, making wish that she could explore the sky forever, pushing the limits of the exploration of others, to make her mark on the world.
She saw places she never thought existed, explored lands that made her dream; the place and the place who she met were her realised that it was her destiny to fly, to push further ahead, to meet and see new things, to learn more about them. The sky was her only limit, but it was something she didn't want to cross; it sufficed her, providing her with enough to learn and discover for years to come.
But one day, her passion was no more. Her trusted plane, her faithful companion, was no more; a pile of rubble, to dust it returned, leaving her without any other means to reach the realm she long for.
The sky called for her, offered her the most beautiful visions, but she couldn't reply, leaving the offers down. It hurt her, to feel that she could hear the calls, but she was unable to respond.
One day, as she was looking at the sky, she noticed a plane flying by; maybe she could get another one, to feel free again. It wouldn't take that much, not wouldn't it? It was just a simple plane, not the keys to the safe of a bank, after all.
But she soon learned that dreams were harder to fulfill then she thought; not only it required money, that she didn't have, but also a license. The document she had wasn't recent enough for those that were in charge of giving life to her dream.
She bargained and plead with them, but nothing appealed to their emotion, as this was nothing else then a duty they had to fulfill. This wasn't the place to have neither emotions nor feelings; there was a job to do and paperwork. The tears she shed didn't touch them; there were used to such things, and to see it again didn't move them.
She left them, drying her tears; one day, there would be a way she could fulfill her dream. But she wondered how she would succeed and when it would happen. She couldn't predict the future nor she wanted to give it a try, but a part of her wanted time to hurry, for it would give her the answer she seek.
Waiting was painful; each day was a boring repetition, a day stuck without being one with the element she craved for. As time flow, her hope starting to wither, having nothing to keep it alive then the vision of what she craved.
But her dream wouldn't die that easily; the night, she would fly with the birds, be one with the sky and soar, higher than she ever did before, no more restrained by the limits of reality. It was the only were she could escape the sad truth, a place where anything could happen.
But it was always ending, always leaving her with a sensation of emptiness when she was waking up, in the morning. She wanted it to be true, for the dream to be real, but there were things in life that seemed impossible to fulfill. It didn't stop her from wishing it, each time she went to sleep, hoping that it would come true when she would wake up.
It didn't make much of difference but it made her heart lighter, for at least, there was at least a bit of hope left. But one day, her patience ran out; there's always a limit to the lives of dream, and this was it. She discarded it, not without a sad thought for it, and moved forward, wondering what her life would like now. Maybe it would be plain and repetitive, but at least, it would be real.
Or that what she thought. One night, as she fell asleep, she swear she could have heard a whisper in her ears, as if the wind was talking to her, bringing her news that might have been important, but slept took over, preventing her from hearing it.
The dreams, that she thought she abandoned, came back, with a vengeance. It was clearer, more vivid than ever; she could see herself having wing, flying in the sky, breaking the bonds with the earth. She waved at the people she met, amused by their surprised look and took for the sky, racing with the planes and the birds, letting the winds and the sun guiding toward her next destination.
She opened her eyes; it was a nice dream, she thought, feeling something weird in her back. It didn't take long before she could see the wings that grew in her back, the same that she saw in her dream.
There were no limits now; she could hear the calls, once again...