Then he walk in! - Grumbo

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this is an ua thats just popped in my head. so yeah just keep reading and it should be making sense but yeah. any ways to the story because im sounding dumber the more i write this... 

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grians pov

ive been here for 3 weeks. most other have been here years but i just got my wings. which means. im not just some human now and will sell for more. hybrids arent treated right in my mind. we are treated like horses. but horses are still treated nicer. i would rather be a horse on the road all day in the hot sun then a hybrid. let alone a bird hybrid. they can take off our wings and they take years to grow back. most dont ever come back. ive never seen on grow back since after they take them they ether blead to death or cant get away from dangrous places. i dont know my parents. i was taken away from my mother at birth to go to a place to be raised. think of a dog breader. think of the abuse and crap and wow you have it. it was bitch black untill opening. which means laying on the cold floor, in a vary tiny room, not seeing a thing. the lights slowly flickered on. they didnt do most anything but you could at lest see shapes better and where you where moving. 

"hi welcome what you here for?" the guy at the front deck asked. i could smell his smoke. 

"birds," the guy said. the deck guy pointed him to the side of the rooms with birds and he walked over. he was looking around but stopped infront of me. i was tired. i just moved my eyes. he bent down. we stared at eachother for a little. he was a tall man with a mustash. he was wearing a suit. he didnt have the same angry and hate every other man in suits had. he stood back but and went over to the desk. one of the workers got the hybrid next to me. he tied his hands and pulled him with him. the hybrid was named joey and he was 37. which means they where going to take hims wings and leave him to die deep in the forest. it was dead silence as they pulled him out. most of the time all the hyrbids where moving and some times talking or making noise since the new hyrbids hated the silence. but not a sound. the only sound was there foot steps. we al sat in silcene and heard the truck drive off. the guy at the desk come over and tied my hands. he pulled me out. the guy from earlear the guy showed him to his cart and handed the the other end of the rope to the guy. the rope was attackted to the rope around my wrist. the desk guy walked inside and the other guy showed me a spot in the cart. 

"alright you ready to go?" the guy asked. i just stayed looking around. i have only seen the out side throw slightly opened doors before they where closed again. it was beautiful. no wonder humans like the out doors so much. i was scared of the outside. since when ever a hybrid was too old or too sick they would take them out side. never to be seen again. "have you ever been out side?" i didnt realize we where moving. i shock my head no. "do you speak?" i didnt know how to speck whole sentaces but i could say little words. i mostly only specked in cherps at the daycare. 

"little," i said. he nodded. he turned down a dark spot in the woods and stopped coming over to me. he untied my hands. 

"you can go," he said. i looked at him confused. "dont you have want to be free?" he looked cofused too. i didnt now how to live on my own. i would most likly die. he seemed to under stand that after a seocnd. "you want to come home with me then?" i nodded. "ok im mumbo jumbo. we can go back to hermitcraft. -dont ask what season-" he looked at me waiting for my name. i had to think for a second. it was a little since i talked to some one and so i had to rember the 4 and only words my mother said to me. 

"grian," i said pointing at my self. grian was a name vary common among bird hybrids. the name was with high status. or thats wht joey told me. he said our first great king was named grian. he made peace among the land. mumbo was looking throw some bags and handed me some food. i scarfted that bread down in seconds. mumbo laughed a little. 

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