I suddenly discovered several humanoid winged creatures in the sky, majestic and strong. Harpies, standing in the sky, looking down at us. I knew they were going to attack every second. We stopped the car in wonder instead of getting away as fast as possible. I got out of the car despite my boyfriend's attempts to stop me. Since I was a little girl I have dreamed of being a magical creature. Their existence made that dream just a little more tangible. There was only one thought driving every muscle in my body: I wanted to become one of them. I did not care that it was much more likely that they were going to kill me. All my life I had to learn that magic doesn't exist, that I would never fly. But there they were. Proving everyone wrong. And I couldn't take my eyes off them.
Or Die Trying
Standing right in front of them created a toxic emotional cocktail. I was curious. would they accept me? scared. would they have me for breakfast? thrilled. would they teach me how to fly? I was breathless. Actually, I would have been fine dying in that moment, for there could nothing be more beautiful than them bathing their wings in the morning sun.