Prologue- A Month ago…
Dang, I just realized how hard it is to type on one of these infernal contraptions. Well, that’s to be expected, as a beak can’t do what a human’s hands can. I don’t even know why I am doing this, besides the fact that I can’t really do much in my current, broken state.
The main matter of what I am typing is what happened over what a human can loosely call a ‘month’. But I ain’t in too much in the mood for re-writing what I have already in my possession (what you can call a journal, but it isn’t really like what humans refer journals as, because it is made of leaves), so I am just going to copy most of it, filling in the blanks of what I didn’t know at the time, as well as what happened over the day.
I guess this could be considered my new journal, but moving on. Most of my entries prior to these last couple of ‘weeks’ are very similar to another, so I just picked one at random to show you how drastically things changed.
Day 12 of the Month
~Morning | I was woke up by my brother, who told me that our mom wanted me to clean the nest, like usual. But unlike my sisters, as usual, he’s kind to me. I eat the first of many meals of the day, and proceed to do the task, while constantly being berated by my mom, who is always on me about being lazy and ungrateful to her just because I don’t wake up at the crack of dawn. It seems like our relationship son to mother is never gonna be anything but strained.
~Noon | D
one with nestwork, and decided after a break to head to the flock’s library. But not before my sisters could attack me with their usual remarks about how I read and did nothing interesting. Sisters just being who they are meant to be; annoying. I spent the remainder of the day at the library reading.
~Evening | Got home just before twilight, and just after my dad came home. That was the disadvantage about my dad’s job. Sure it was great that he was moving in the ranks of the local government, but that meant I would see me and my brother less. He was always a nice guy to be around; the complete opposite of mom. Nice, funny, could take a joke, and never had a problem with what my brother and I did unless it embarrassed the family as a whole or put us in danger. But now, all he can do is sleep, and that basically just left us with our mother on most occasions. I am going to sleep as soon as I am done with this entry.
Now, see? An almost average family among the flock. But that was before him, that dang crooked tail-feather came along.
Nobody referred to him with a name, mostly because he came out of nowhere. No one knew who he was or even when he even came. But when it was time for elections for flock leader (it could be compared to what humans refer to as the mayor of one of their flocks, or whatever they are called, or the president of their land, but I don’t think it affects us much), he made himself known.
He was a dark horse of this run for leader. Somehow, he got most of the votes compared to others. I was expecting the current leader at the time to stay in command, as he was good at his job in my opinion.
This man, he seemed okay at first, he didn’t do much of anything really. But then WHAM! and he starts making all of these useless laws and orders that did nothing to harm the flock.
His first order of bull crap was to have the law enforcers kill all of the nectar flowers outside of the flock. That harmed not only us, as it was obviously a source of food for us, especially for those who lived on the outskirts, but also to those who wanted to live alone and those from other flocks. He then rounded up said people who wanted to live alone, and even some from other flocks who happened to be in the area, and forced them to live in the flock, and I can say for sure that gave us more enemies then not.
He converted the whole entire flock to Huitism (the worship of the sun god Huitzilopatchtli, otherwise simplified to Huitzilo), and not agreeing to these terms resulted in banishment. I was truthfully an atheist, so that was infuriating.
Oh, and I forgot to mention about all those useless laws I mentioned earlier. Like a nightly curfew, which wasn’t even necessary because you can’t even fly at night without smacking a tree or something, that one about banning artificial feeders, or the leaving the flock equals death, which is like starving a baby for no reason other than to be cruel.
On top of all of that, he declared himself as the dictator of the flock. He said he wanted to be referred to as the “Minister”. Should’ve seen it coming, but I don’t think I cared at the time. I really don’t know what would’ve changed if I did know and told my father, but then again, he probably couldn’t have done anything in the first place.
Everything went downhill since that point. To put things simple; since my father was up in the ranks with the Minister, as one of the top members of his cabinet and adviser, he started coming over to our nest for dinner. My sisters, already popular, got way more, especially with the sons of other higher officers, and I hate those snobs and they hate me back just as much. Imagine having to be in a home full of people you hate. Not on the top list of things I wanna have to deal with.
But enough ranting. I had enough of all that crap, and apparently so did a few others. A lot actually, enough to make a resistance group, and though it consisted of mostly kids my age, though there was the occasional senior here and there. Over the past few weeks, we have managed to tear at the base of that dictator’s rule. Destroying higher officials’ nests, raiding storage trees, and etcetera. Morally wrong, sure, but it was working better than peaceful protesting would do, and if we did that, I’m sure that dictator slapped a law about that too. One that would probably have death as a punishment for breaking it.
The last two days though, was when everything started spiraling into the chaos of hell. We had planned to completely decimate the dictator’s nest, and hopefully kill him in the process. Big, suicidal attempt, right? Well, yes, it kind of was. No one was killed, but that’s not the point.
At first, everything went according to plan. We had managed to destroy at least a fourth of it before they came. It was him, the “Minister”, in the flesh, with his plumage of colors that make me sick to the stomach, short beak, and a portly body, which makes me believe those rumors of him not being one of our kind are true. Next to him was a kid, one that I recognize from way back when. I think it was the first year in both of our lives, when we, along with others around our age, were educated for months until we graduated. I’m still not sure why he was there, but at the moment, everything was too chaotic for me to be confused.
Our group was flying off in all directions, looking for any exit possible. But this place had a surprising small number of them. Like the place was designed as a trap, and the guards, now place at all of the exits, were the hunters. Damn, I thought upon realizing this. How the heck did they know?
As if reading my thoughts, the bastard said, “It was only a matter of time before all of you pests came to attack here. You all are really predictable in your movements. Guards! Round all of them up, and find their leader. Bring them up to me."
Nobody said a word, as we all knew they were expecting at least one of us to confess. Then, they were desperate enough to grab one at random.
“He’s the leader, sir.” The guard that pulled out that one random, who, was able to be identified out of our mass, was my friend, Derrick.
He stared at me, giving me the evil eye, for not doing anything to get him out. But what could’ve I done? Though the next thing I know, I broke through the crowd, and said, “Fine! You want the leader, then it’s me. Leave the rest of them out of this; I was the one that convinced them to do it.”
They all knew that was a blatant lie, and they all started yelling at me, but I forced myself to ignore them until another group of guards came to force them out of the room. If I shown the slightest bit of regret when looking at them, or even have that look on my face, they’d be to blame too. The idiot and the boy walked over to me.
“Well, well, well,” He started in his foreign accent. Yep. Definitely not one of us. “Look here son-”
“-SON?! You son of a-” The kid looked nothing like him. Adopted perhaps. But he never told me, though he never talked much.
“-son, Bruti’s kid. What are you thinking; that because you are the son of one of my highest officials that you can do whatever the Hell you want?”
“No, but, to be fair, you need to be dead as a board, or at least driven out. And I can proudly say we were pretty close.” I said, holding back my rage.
He then laughed. “Is that what you think? Then what you think is completely wrong, kid. You know what I think? This place would be better off without shitheads like you living in it. You’re to be banned in the morning. Your band of hooligans will be sent back to their homes, and I will make sure they will not leave them.”
“Oh, what’s with the special treatment for me?” I say, because, well, he’s already mad, I don’t think I can drive him any further.
“Like I said, keeping you in this flock will do nothing but influence rebellion. Think of it this way; at least I don’t have you executed.”
With that, he left. Before he left, I screamed all the profanities at him that I could. That is, until a guard knocked me to the floor and put his foot on my beak to shut me up.
I was restrained there all night. When the sun rose out of the sky, the formed around me to make sure I didn’t try to escape, and forced me to take to the air with them. We went way out of the woods, at least to where they massacred all the nectar flowers. Instead of letting me land on a tree or something, one just dive bombed me in the back to send me crashing to the ground. I don’t think they really cared if the fall would’ve killed me or not, because they left before I even hit the ground. I managed to flap my wings enough to make the impact less painful.
I still was unable to get up for who knows how long, but I know I didn’t break my beak on the fall, as it’s one of the things that don’t really hurt, and I could be considered good as dead if I did. All I knew at the time was to try to get my needs overcame before I could worry about the important things, like an overview of the situation. I was able to get up after a half hour. I knew that nectar as a food option was out. As I was thinking over that fact while eating a few gnats that were stupid enough to hover so close to the ground, I realized the only way to get nectar, artificial or not, would be to go to a feeder. I was kind of trying to ignore that before, because of the flocks new set of laws, but then I remembered. I didn’t have to be bound by them anymore. Flying was slow and painful, which was understandable. I knew I wouldn’t be able to fight if I had to again for a bit.
I jinxed myself, but that’s for later explanation. That was a summary of what happened over the last month.
This chapter is more like a prologue, as it covers what happened before the story (kinda), but it fit as a chapter
EDIT: It is now the prologue. And I rewrote the prologue for the last time. I am writing the last and final draft. I don't know what is considered short. Is 2000-3000 words short for a chapter?