Songbird

She was the caged bird, with song that had been claimed

He was the man in the shadows, the creature born of flames.

She, born to soar the heavens

He, bound to chains in hell

But when the broken bird met the violent wolf

It was not only destiny...

It was forever.

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The burning sun was just beginning to peek above the edge of the horizon, soft rays gently spanning across the brightening skies above the forested land. The trees gently swayed under the cool morning breeze, bringing with it a scent of the remnants of last night's heavy downpour.

The birds started to stir atop the tree branches as the light crunching of fallen leaves whispered through the silent atmosphere.

A quick sliver of light blonde locks glided through the dense crowd of trees, the light color contrasting heavily against the heavy brown of the oakwood bark, and disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.

A myriad of laughter followed quickly behind, a light and tinkling sound that rang through the air in a soft caress, one that rivaled even the softest of birds' twittering.

Unknowingly, the forest had come alive, feeling the foreign aura that invaded its silent slumber.

The leaves whistled out as the wind tickled their surfaces, the flowers rising from their bent forms as if the laughter had brought them life.

Nearby beasts cracked open their sleep-laden eyes, stretching their well-rested legs to welcome the travels they would face.

The light ran through the cracks between the overhanging foliage creating a soft luminescent glow over the scene.

The forest was thrumming and buzzing... teeming with an aura of peace... light.

And there she was.

A seemingly carefree bird that seemed to glide with the freedom it held so closely to itself.

Her wings unfolded in bright arrays of light golden tresses that curled graciously at the edges. Her feathers of untainted white-coated smooth alabaster skin that proved purity in all its essence. Her feet lightly graced the grassy terrain with ever lithe step she took, a movement so elegant that it seemed more of a whisper against the ground...

But it was her song that had silenced the earth, when her lips had opened.

A song so pure and beautiful that the earth had fallen to its knees.

As if she was not shackled...

As if she was of the earth itself...

But the forest sighed into the quiet void of the morning, shying away from the view of the tiny being rushing through its awakening body.

For what this beauty did not realize was that her freedom was nothing else but strings tied to false hopes...

And an evergrowing chain had wrapped tightly around herself...

Oh... how she didn't know.

Fly songbird, for it will be long before you could fly again.

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