-Table of contents-
-Chapter one, just look down the post
-Chapter Three-A Library Apprentice
-Chapter Six-Louis Attack!
here is my redone chapter 1
Chapter 1-A Wing Broken
Dang this is hard. I have no other thing to do, so I guess I should start out by writing how this all started.
My horrible excuse of a family was free, but then a dictator that refers to himself as “The Minister” took over and set up a new set of harsh laws that limited
everything I and many others basically did every day.
- A curfew that wasn’t even needed, as no bird could fly at night.
- A sedition that keeps anybody from under speaking him.
- Only natural nectar was allowed, which meant that only flowers were the only source of food, and no Feeders.
- And a lot many other limits, regarding feeding, travel, and even moving.
And me, and teens from all over the flock, had enough of the pigeon bile.
So, once we gathered about a dozen to
his family’s nest and destroyed it while they
But everything went wrong so quickly. We were caught in the act when the Minister and his son came back (which we thought they were gone for a meeting) and everybody, sparing one, escaped.
And guess who was that? Me.
When I was caught by his guards, he had said to me; “Teenagers like you are trash. And trash is something that the flock does not need. Guards, escort this brat out of the flock. He needs to be taught a lesson.”
So I was banished. Since then, I have been scrounging around, starved from not
being able to find enough nectar flowers so
far from the flock. I also didn’t “want to break the law”.
But after a couple more hours, I had finally cracked down and ate from a feeder that was in a human’s yard a good while away from the trees.
So I was slurping the sugary fluid down my throat, I heard barking from a Great Dane that lived at the yard that the feeder was on, but it was distant. I should of left then.
The dog had soon noticed me and charged up to the feeder and attacked me
while I was in the air. I tried to get away, but it had me in a tight spot.
Out of desperation, I started attacking it’s muzzle with my talons and beak, staining it with a few droplets of blood.
But that only made it angrier.
With annoyance, it started to snap at me with it’s briar-sharp teeth, missing me every time. But I knew it couldn’t miss me forever.
After a few minutes, it finally got hold of me, biting down hard. Having it’s teeth stabbed in my right wing, I noticed that it had no intent of letting go and was going even deeper into my underskin and closer to the bone.
But just as I thought he was going to continue mauling on me, a male voice shouted to stop: “Louis get off of it now!”
Though he couldn’t tell my gender, what he said did the trick-the dog had let go and stalked away, making speech-like grunts while going.
In that instant, I fainted possibly from blood loss.
When I had woke up a few hours later, a state of confusion and fear got me. Where was I? Was I dead? Then I remembered what had happened. I checked my wing and I saw it was in bandage.
So then the last thing to worry about where I was. I was inside of a house, on a “kitchen counter”. It was nearing dusk outside, but the inside was well lit.
But as soon as I started to get a look around, the human that rescued me came in.
"Oh, you’re awake, tiny hummer," he said as he brought in a bowl of liquid that seemed oddly familiar. "I hope my dog didn't harm you enough to keep you grounded for life. Heck, I don't even know why I'm talking to you; it's not like you can
But the truth was that I had understood every word that passed his teeth.
"Go ahead, drink it," the man pestered.
I guessed that it wasn't poisonous, so I went ahead and slurped some through my beak. It had tasted exactly like the nectar from before the accident, making me
recall the recent, painful memories, but I still drank it
until it was empty.
"Wow you were hungry."
Really, I didn’t know that! I thought angrily.
Then the Great Dane walked in, and started to speech-bark at me again, like he was trying to tell me: “Just you wait, I’m going to kill you in the end.”
"Louis, shut up!" He scolded and it ran away with it's tail between it’s legs.
"Wow, it getting late. Time to go to bed."
As for me, just waking up, I couldn't go back to sleep.
So I decided to finally explore the building without getting interrupted.
Along the way I had found the typewriter I'm on now, and the thought came by that I should write what happened so far, just in case I need it to get everything gathered in my head.
After an hour of typing away with my beak (you’d be surprised what a beak can do) I fell asleep with the feeling like I should of just died…