Zindlora Keyris

1st Chapter

My first memory is when I was almost four years old and my father taught me to fly. We had our own farm, where we grew food for The Empire, the golden wheat. We lived in a valley between two largest mountains. Green grass, flowers everywhere and my favorite tree, the ancient oak, the most majestic of them all. It can grow so big that it is also strenuous for the wings for my kind to get to the top. Our tree could only be 50 years old, so my dad and mom built a little nook for me, they said I would go there whenever I wanted. One day my dad wanted me to use my wings to get up, I could always climb the tree very skillfully, which is why they didn't build me a ladder.
Then in the morning as I stepped out the door of our house yawning, stretching my wings, Dad flew to me with a wide grin and landed in front of me. Her long brown hair was always braided, he has big brown wings, while my mother has white ones. His shoulders are broad, his hands and wings are strong. He's was wearing a brown outfit, but I don't remember exactly.
I didn't understand what he wanted and then gestured to follow. We set off to reach the ancient oak and he said:
- My little girl, show me how strong your wings are and start going up and don't cling to the tree if you don't have to.
I looked at him in amazement and then started flapping my wings. I couldn't believe it was going so well, unbelievable, but within a few moments I was already halfway there. When I got up, I went into the house and happily jumped on the floor covered with phosphor slag. Loud noises distracted me from my joy. I glanced and saw that humans came from The Empire, in completely shiny clothes, I didn't know then, but they came with weapons and in full armor. They arrived with horses. They turned their attention to my father, I saw my mother watching the events from the window of the house with a startled face. I didn't understand what they were talking about, but one man tied my dad's hands and attached the other half of the rope to his horse. And another tied his wings so he could not rebel against the situation. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the back door of our house open and my mother wants to fly away. One of the swirling soldiers noticed and shot her left wing with an arrow without any hesitation. My mother crashed screaming. Their commander shouted that he could not have done this without permission. My father shouted:
- Lienna! Lienna! What did you monsters do to her? - He shouted from the rupture of his entire throat.
The soldiers sat back on their horses and set off from where they had come, teasing my dad after them, he even shouted my mother's name. That was the last time I saw my father. I slid to my mother with the help of my wings, who was still crying in pain. Her reddish hair is now even redder than blood. First I turned to her wing and tried to stop the bleeding, I didn't know what to do.
- Hop on the back of ..... Suron ..... go ..... to Greda. She'll help.....
She said as she tried to hold back her tears. I kissed her face and ran to the Krell, Suron and hop on it. When I got to Greda, she must have known for sure what had happened, perhaps because my clothes and hands were bloody. They helped immediately, and we have been in a very close relationship ever since. Since then, my mom has been unable to fly, we have taken care of the farm and 15 years have passed.