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Scott inched closer, a hand on either side of the mirror to steady himself. He glanced at Esme. “Is this real?”
“This is Connor as we speak.” Esme’s gaze stayed on Scott.
The mirror showed him a man-- no, not a man-- Connor, on a small sandy beach. Scott saw him walk to the water edge. The sea foam rolled up and covered Connor's bare toes and soaked into the bottom of his jeans. Connor lifted his head and raised his arms as the sun rose on the horizon. Scott collided with Esme as he stepped back. From Connor's back a huge pair of wings unfolded. Connor stretched each wing then folded them neatly against his naked back. Scott gasped in awe. That explained the scars on his back.
He'd known Connor was different, but witnessing with his own eyes was somewhat of a shock. ”Connor.”
Connor glanced about as if he heard his name then turned back to watch the sunrise.
In storybooks, Faeries were always depicted as tiny butterfly winged creatures, but here was Connor with a magnificent set of what looked like Golden eagle wings. Folded against his back they reached from the top of his head to his ankles. A gust of wind ruffled and lifted the longer feathers.
Esme stopped him when he reached out his hand to touch. “My son is glorious, is he not?” Esme searched Scott’s face. “You are not repulsed by his true form?”
“Yes, he is. That,” a note of wonder lit his voice as he pointed to the workbench, “doesn’t do him justice.” Scott couldn’t take his eyes off Connor as he walked the length of the small beach then retraced his sandy footprints. Tears welled, as he drank in Connor’s true form. What he wouldn’t give for a second chance to do right by Connor. Longing, regret, and guilt; he felt them all keenly.
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