Literature
Dark Beauty: Prologue
"What do the Elders do every day, Mother?" the young boy asked, forest green eyes wide. "They go down the Forbidden Hall even though they tell us not to." The young mother looked at her five-year-old son. He was carefully studying one of his white wings and picking off pieces of lint.
"No one knows," she replied, sighing and stretching her own fair colored wings out behind her. He was too young to be thinking about such things. "Perhaps your father will tell us when he gets home." The boy said nothing and looked toward the door of their home as if expecting his father to come in at that moment.
"They've been going there for three years now,