Oneshots from Stories that Where Never Meant To Be

Caged Bird (Two Parts/Oneshots in the Same Universe)

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He hummed as the tips of his wings brushed against the clouds, making them swirl upwards a bit where ever he touched. The moon shown down, casting it's enchanting cool light onto his face.

He was finally free.

Free from responsibility. Free from the chains that kept him bound to the walls  of reality and the rules. Free from the king of the sky. Free from his father.

Wilbur was free.

     He was not the fact the rules hurt him. Constantly being monitored and being told when and where he could be constantly. It wasn't the way his father preferred his little brother despite his rebellion and their bickering. The way they'd fight just for Wilbur to come in an hour later to see them cuddled up as if nothing ever happens, the younger perched on him like a raccoon or cat thing.Though every time he saw it he could feel his brown eyes going green.Nor was it the way he was expected to live up to him but instead lived on his shadows. It wasn't even the way his own father preferred his old friend and counsel member over his own son.

No, the thing that made his blood boil was his father's kind dementor. He thought he was doing everything right. Way too many rules he always said he wished to protect him. He said he loved them but rarely spent time to get to know them. His kind personality and sweet presences. It was warm and    ........   sickeningly sweet. It hurt to a point.

  It reminds him of a sorry the human's told. The little flowers his father planted into the earth. The people who roamed he land below. The ones he wishes to join and live with them.  Yet they where down there and he was locked into his metaphorical tower.

It reminds him of a sorry the human's told. The little flowers his father planted into the earth. The people who roamed he land below. The ones he wishes to join and live with them.  Yet they where down there and he was locked into his metaphorical tower.

The humans who where free to sing and dance. The ones he envied so. For an invisible lock was around his throat, keeping it closed. Abilities of the Gods where only used when asked for or on special occasions. Something within him begged to sing. To belt out his voice for all to hear or even to just sing a his to sleep. He wished to display his heart though song.

  He burst through the thin layering of clouds and into the clear sky. The stars waged with bated breath as the moon cried tears of fragile moonlight onto his face like a spotlight. They all sobbed within their mind as this was a goodbye. He was ready to spread his wings. They where the only ones who knew of his plans. To be free he had to let the wings of his voice be free.

  The star spirits where mortals who died helping someone. They shown their light onto the mortals just as they had before . His performance echoed within their mind as it couldn't be hear verbally.

  This was the end of a book and  a begging of another. They would learn to share his talents with the mortals. They had him for centuries, through his weep worthy songs of hopelessness to the joyful turns that felt like a warm summer's day. For the moons and stars where his first friends. The beauty of the group could never be broken, where ever they where. For the night shines on everywhere .

  The next day a local news station reported a strange sight. A tall boy on the stairs of an opera house. He was passed out and surrounded by golden feathers. At the hospital they determined he was completely fine besides two large wounds down his back. When he awoke they told him about the injury and expressed a bit of concern, but he just smiled.