Wings
It was over. My enemy had won.
I fell from my domain and lay on
the ground, breathing slowly. I could feel my mortal wound draining my
life, and could do nothing but wait for the end. I could not call out to
my family. My friends. Were they nearby? Had they left me for dead
already?
The pain was ebbing and my eyes grew dark. I knew that
death would soon take me and I resisted. This was not the way I wanted
to die, overthrown by someone I had known my whole life.
I fought to stay conscious, desperate. What could be worse than dying, laying in the dirt, alone.
A
shadow fell over me. My time had come. Fear stabbed my heart, when
suddenly I was enveloped by warmth. I felt as if I was lifted from the
ground, surrounded by smooth curtains of safety.
I took a deep breath, astounded. It was true then, what all the strange ones claimed. There was something, something at the end.
I was wrapped in comfort. I was protected from all. I was not alone. I closed my eyes, and I accepted it.
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The
young girl looked sadly at the tiny bird that lay in her hands. She
stroked the wing feathers, then left, taking it with her, to seek a
burial place.
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