Wings cannot be taken from the universe. They must be given. They are given to only the most capable, to the worthy. And Luna just woke up with wings.

Honestly, you thought it was just back pain. You were sixteen, so yeah, maybe slightly concerned. However, you worked all the time, so you just chalked it up to that over your cold aching night.

You lift your head up carefully, and finds a sudden color of a gentle white up in your face. It’s so jarring that you fall back down with only shock, before looking back up again and looking a little closer.

You didn’t own any white blankets, last you checked. You didn’t own anything that looks like feathers.

It’s not another blanket.

It’s wings.

Your breath becomes stuck in your chest as the things on your back move, and you realizes then with a jolt that you can feel them. As if they’re attached to you. You can feel the weight, the chill, the sensation of it touching against you back.