Mauldrajes Stories

Long ago, humans had wings. These wings were tall and beautiful, and turned every color of the rainbow based on the type of person someone was- everyone was different, and no two colors were completely the same. Now, all the humans have are mud-grey colored stumps, and no one knows what happened to the wings, most don't even know that they ever existed nor do they care enough to find out. Until one day, a man by the name of Demitrius appears in the small kingdom of Mauldrajes, with pure black and shining wings as tall as him, and he claims to have no memory of how he got there or what he came to do. 1) The title is a work in progress & the story is based off a prompt I found (which I expanded) 2) The description is also a work in progress as I am still developing a solid plotline 3) All of the chapters are subject to be changed