Magical Journey of the Elf Queen

Chapter 21 - Flying to the Hollywood sign

I feel my shoulders tense in wait for her response, both dreading and hoping her answer would be a big fat Yes! as selfish as that sounds.

“Yes, I do.”

Relieved, I relax, letting out a small sigh.

“I know you might not be used to this feeling but, that’s what best friends are for. We help each other through the good, the crazy, and the worse situations.”

Tears slowly filled my eyes, and I let her pull me back into a tight hug while I cried. After getting over being all mushy, we ate breakfast.

I phoned my mother to tell her about my wings in excitement and heard the voice of my father in the background, which ended up in me having to spend an hour talking to him and my grandparents.

Zack was the last person I called, just cause, and we only talked for a few minutes before I turned off my phone.

Katie’s mother was the last person we phoned up and they didn’t talk for long, which surprised me. Her mother gets paranoid and overprotective about her. I’m even more curious how she convinced her to let her come with me to L.A.

Before our departure we stood in front of the mirror in the hotel's bathroom, admiring my large wings that are a dull colour of grey.

The wings are pretty large, larger than I expected. They’re also incredibly heavy and it’s been quite a challenge trying to walk with them or merely stand without falling on my face.

They hang behind me gracefully, the tips reaching down to my ankle. And rather than feathers, my wings have a smooth, slab surface as if made with some kind of metal. Through sheer accident, Katie discovered that no one can see the wings. Which is kind of weird because she can.

A day after I passed out, a maid used her key card to unlock the door thinking we were out as she tried to clean up our hotel room and Katie panicked.

Katie had been focused on me; so she didn’t hear her enter until it was too late. She expected the woman to take one look at me on the bed and run out screaming, but to her shock, the old lady did nothing but smile before cleaning the room and bathroom.

“Is this how they’re supposed to look like?”

“Maybe,” Katie shrugs and runs her hand down the smooth surface.

I let out a gasp of shock and flinch away from her touch, startled by the sensation her touch produced as a ripple of pleasure vibrated through my body.

“What?” She asks in surprise, and I didn’t know how to explain, so I just laughed and shook my head.

I flexed my shoulders and sigh when the action brought a little relief to the heavy wings. “How am I going to wear a shirt?”

Lifting a dark green tank top, Katie grinned. “I already got you covered.” And I let her help me carefully slip it on.

Checking out of the hotel we walked along the streets, looking for a discrete place to sprinkle the gold dust on my wings while we log around our bags.

We’re headed to Beachwood canyon drive because it has a clear view of the Hollywood sign, and we’re still marvelling at the fact that no one can see the huge wings behind me when Katie asked.

“So, how exactly are we supposed to do this?”

As always, Katie is dressed in her own unique way. She’s wearing yellow jean shorts with a rainbow coloured belt, her green crop top covers all but her flat stomach, and on her feet are sneakers. One white and the other black.

Rather than braiding her hair like she usually does; she lets it flow freely behind her back and as always she drew a lot of attention. “We’ll need to wait for the crowd out.”

The summer’s heat is starting to get to us and I frowned as I fiddled with the diary’s key chain around my neck, holding onto my duffel bag tightly.

We moved around tourists taking pictures and hid out in an abandoned building until it was clear of people, which wasn’t until late in the night.

Walking out onto the darkened streets we ventured into an alley and I quickly turned, Katie took out a jar of gold dust to sprinkle quite a bit of it on the wings.

To our surprise, they glowed once the dust hit the wings and spread wide behind me, making a groaning noise as they did so. Shutting the jar close, she slips it back into my duffel bag.

Throwing the strap across my shoulders, I wrapped my arms around Katie’s waist while we hugged each other so it would be easier to lift her as well.

Katie and I were just contemplating how we’re supposed to fly when the wings shot us into the air without warning, and we held onto each other screaming.

If I’d thought I would be the one to control the wings, it sure proved me dead wrong.

The wings had a mind of its own, and it manoeuvred us in the air expertly, flying closer to the Hollywood sign with each second.

After screaming our heads off for about 5mins, we were able to calm down a bit and enjoy the rather short ride before landing gently next to the O’ sign.