The following is a draft I made for what I'm currently having in mind for a new series set in the world of Shining.
"This is great!" said a female voice, "You have to take me there sometime, big brother."
The lone figure smirked beneath his mask and answered, "Sure, sis. Let's make a plan to come again when we aren't working."
"It's not really work if you're doing nothing but enjoying a sunset. It's also not fair when you're doing it without me."
"You can still enjoy it from the feed I'm sending you. It's like you're here."
"It's not the same and you know it!"
The figure smirked again. It was very much true. The feel of the gentle breeze, the natural colors of the world, and the uninterrupted view made for a great experience to be enjoyed firsthand. To be fair, it's hard to feel the breeze when you're wearing a high-class armor, but at least it has it's perks.
"Maybe you should try and join me then," he teased his sister.
"That's not possible and you know it. Unless you want to give me your wings."
The wings... Two grand wings like that of a great eagle. While his ability to fly wasn't perfect, the wings do at least let him reach this viewing spot. And from this spot, he could easily glide a good distance if he reads the wind correctly.
That need to glide would come handy quite quickly. Looking down, he spotted a figure climbing up the bridge fence, ready to jump. The winged figure barely got up before witnessing the leap.
"Sera, send a rescue boat!"
"Got it, George!"
George dived down. They say a peregrine falcon can travel faster than 200 MPH while diving. While he certainly wasn't trying to break that record, he did dive down fast and broke soon enough to get a good lift to support his glide to his destination.
The feminine figure was struggling to stay afloat, but soon George was in the water providing aid. This was good enough until the rescue boat came and took them aboard. The captain came with blankets to help the young lady keep warm.
"Are you okay, miss?" George asked as his wings dripped water. However, he was not going to get a welcoming reply.
"What's the big idea?" she retorted vehemently, rejecting the blanket. "I have a right to die!"
"You know! I have a right to die if I want to. You just prevented me from doing that. How dare you impose on my right to choose?!"
George took another look at the woman. She did not seem any older than him. Simply a girl that may be in college. They could actually be the same age. Of course, she wouldn't know that with him wearing his mask.
"You might look like an angel in that getup, but you are a demon!" she continued.
"Is she saying that because my armor is crimson red?" George quietly asked his sister.
"George! Now is not the time for that!" Sera rebuked over the line.
"I know, I know. But I need to keep my spirits up in order to handle this."
"Well then, she would still have the same opinion if she saw your face."
"That's low, sis. You're supposed to be my support "
"Baka. That's what you get for trying to joke in a serious situation."
George faced toward the girl before him and replied, "What's the matter?"
"You! Don't you dare try and stop me again!"
She started to run off the boat. The captain grabbed hold to stop her, but then a purple mist enveloped her and she transformed. It was a simple form, utilizing a black color scheme, a hood, and a knife by her side. Using her added power, she pushed the captain away. Just then, a yellowish barrier encompassed the boat, preventing escape.
"This is the Nellenion field," George informed her. "You won't be able to escape unless you defeat me."
"Fine then!" she answered as she took her pose. She then dashed forward with her knife to strike.
"What makes you think you can impose on my right to die?" she asked as she attacked.
George evaded the blade. He then pulled out a sword of white light and swung, but he missed.
"Why do you want to die?"
"It's my right to choose!" the black form replied as she backed away and fired an energy blast from her hand. "I will not be controlled by a man!"
A barrier encased George and protected him from the blast. "I don't see how my gender has anything to do about trying to keep you from dying."
"It has everything to do with it!" came the reply as a another blast was fired at the winged figure. George was beginning to understand what was going on.
"Is it possible you had a breakup or suffered abuse?"
The girl froze. Eventually she muttered, "Both."
George moved closer and asked, "Would you mind taking about it?"
She examined him closely but then fired another blast while saying, "I gave him everything!" She fired another blast as she continued, "and then he summoned me for another girl!"
George did not try to evade as the blasts hit him. She saw this and stopped firing out of confusion.
"Why aren't you moving?"
"Because I don't know what to say," he replied while looking down at the floor. "You are hurt and I don't know how to console you."
The black figure looked down for a moment. She muttured, "No one loves me."
Despite as quiet as she said those words, George was able to hear them. "What about your parents and friends?"
"My parents don't love me. They are so strict that they would lecture me rather than comfort."
"What friends? They don't even try to talk to me. I opened myself to all and no one responded."
"I see..." George put away his sword of light. "Do you need a hug?"
The girl examined George closely. No weapons out. Just the red angelic figure. She approached him, got right up to him, and then stabbed him in the rib!
"No one loves me," she cried out louder.
However, George didn't flinch. Instead, he closed his wings around her. She could not see that his hands were glowing.
"Do you know what it means to love?"
"What?" she asked in a demanding tone.
George paused fora moment before explaining, "My father said it's to desire what's good for someone else. Simply it's caring."
"So what? No one cares about me."
"What about me?"
"What reason do you have for caring? You're a stranger."
"You are human and that's enough, according to my father."
"Your father is an idealist."
"Yeah... He was..."
The hands began glowing more. The girl's countenance changed as she realized the meaning of those words.
"I-I'm sorry to hear that," she said quietly as she looked below.
They stayed quiet for a while. No sound was made but by the gentle motion of the water below them. But after some time, the black figure became alert, slashed, and tried to push herself away from George.
"I will not fall for your trap. I will not be abused again!"
George stood his ground.
"If there's nothing I can do to make you trust me, then let me at least share words from my mother," he said with a solemn tone. The girl calmed down and focused her attention on the angelic form.
George took a breath and continued, "The last words my mother told me before she died was this: 'Remember there will always be someone who loves you'"
"Do you believe that?"
George thought for a moment for this potent question. These words that his mother would often tell him. These words that were on her lips even as she died. These words that came from a mother who loved him so much.
"Because I'm not the only one would dive into the water to save a stranger. As my father said, there is no reason needed for loving others. Being human is enough."
"It's one thing to save a life, but do you care beyond that?"
George opened his wings and the girl stepped back and saw the marks from all of the attacks she made. At that point, the light from his hands grew and a bright flash filled the arena.
After the light faded, the captain of the ship saw the two figures still standing in place, but the black figure was no more. The girl had returned to normal and the Nellenion field had vanished.
"Thank you," the girl said. "Thank you for caring. Can I get your name?"
George smiled and replied, "George. And yours?"
"Sofia. Nice to meet you."
George smiled and replied, "How about we get you that that towel and warm you up? It's getting cold."
Sofia smiled and answered, "Thank you."
The captain brought the towel back and Sofia gratuiticly accepted it. The two youths sat down on the dock and continued to talk as they enjoyed the twilight sky and the gentle waters.
My dear child,
There are some evils I wish I could protect you from, among them is depression from loneliness. I pray that when you encounter this that you have the strength to continue on and live. Remember your mother's words: there will always be someone who loves you.
Loneliness is a strange phenomenon in that you can feel lonely even while surrounded by people. The reason for this is because loneliness truly describes the state when we don't feel loved at all. When we feel loved, we can endure the hardships of life still smiling. However, when we feel lonely, we can lose all motivation, losing even our will to live.
I ask you to continue to fight, my child. Fight the feelings and know that they are simply feelings. Remember that there will always be someone who loves you. If you can persist past these feelings, that would give me pride.
It is certainly a task easier said than done. To help you overcome this trial, it might help to understand the nature of loneliness. Here are my thoughts on the topic.
Loneliness is caused by not feeling loved. Therefore we must remember what can make people feel loved. Recall the four love tanks. People want to be cared for, admired, liked, and wanted. These in turn are filled by Dr. Gary Chapman's five love languages. If you can figure out which tank is empty and your primary love languages, that can help a great deal in recovering.
Now if you were to encounter someone who is suffering this fate, I would entreat you to help them. I can easily believe that this kind of depression is cause of most suicides. If you can help these people, then you will be a great hero.