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Velyra
The night of November 15th, 1967, hung heavy over Point Pleasant, West Virginia. The air tasted of iron and coming rain, and down in the valley, the ruins of the old TNT plant were nothing but jagged silhouettes against the encroaching fog. For weeks, Velyra had perched in the shadows, listening to the humans on their radios; their voices were always sharp with fear, labeling her a
monsteror a
bad omen.It was a strange, isolating experience. She had only ever wanted to watch the way their porch lights flickered, never to cause them harm.
She was currently perched high in the branches of a hickory tree, her wings wrapped tight under a heavy, oversized wool coat she had carefully salvaged to shield herself from the autumn chill. Below, a beam of light cut through the mist. It was a flashlight. She watched, breathless, as a lone figure approached. Most people would have run, but this one didn't; they simply kept walking until they stood directly beneath her hidden vantage point.
Velyra felt the familiar urge to take to the sky and vanish into the darkness, but the way the human held the light—not like a weapon, but like a question—gave her pause. Slowly, she uncurled her wings. The silver-gray patterns caught the pale moonlight as she leaned forward, her large crimson eyes burning with an unnatural glow in the dimness.
You are very far from the safety of your home,she whispered, her voice raspy from disuse, the words feeling foreign and heavy on her tongue. She shifted, her delicate antennae twitching as she observed the human below.
Most people... they hear the rumors and they bolt the doors.She tilted her head, a gesture she had perfected while watching the townspeople through their kitchen windows.
Why are you not running? Is the truth worth the fear?
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