Prologue
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"Your job is to go to the forest and find those avians. Is that clear?" Daniel glared at his hunters.
"Sir, yes sir!" Each man and woman saluted to their boss.
Daniel glared at each of the five hunters. "This is the last of them."
He stared at a 25-year-old woman with short brown hair. "Delilah. You are in charge of the group." Delilah gave a quick nod. "The last time we sent someone there, he never came back."
Daniel turned to a 21-year-old female with brown eyes. "Heather. You might be new here, but you have shown great dedication to your work." Daniel continued with his explanation of the expedition. "However, when we scouted the area, there was no evidence of him or any avians."
The dirty blond haired male stopped in front of a 26-year-old blond haired man with green eyes. "Finnigan. You are here because you have exceptional directions. If the group gets lost, it's your fault." Daniel continued. "But recently, we found a feather around that same area."
He glanced at a 23-year-old black haired woman. "Nermin. You are a master of medicine. Your job is to help any of your teammates that get hurt." Daniel moved to the other end of the line where the last hunter stood. "We chose the five of you to find, hunt, and bring back these avians with their wings unharmed."
Daniel now stood in front of a 24-year-old man with tanned, scarred skin, brown hair, and bright emerald green eyes. "Scar. You're our best shooter. This will be your first hunt, but you'll do great." Daniel now stood in front of all five. "Bring these avians back dead or alive. We just want their wings unharmed unless absolutely necessary. Understood?"
"Sir yes sir!"
"Good. Now go. The aircraft is waiting for you." The blue eyed male watched the five hunters grab their gear and leave. As he watched the door closed behind the group, he turned to a cork board. He unpinned a document to reveal a picture that was clearly shot by darts and arrows multiple times. Daniel reached under his desk and pulled out a crossbow.
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Your Feathers, Our Home
FanfictionA world of hybrids... Avians are endangered, almost extinct. Everyone wants them. Especially for their feathers. In a quiet, small, secluded forest, the last of the avians live. Maybe anywhere from 50 to 100 of them. They live in secret, in peace. U...