A human in feather glider territory

Chapter 1: preparation

⚠️THERE ARE THEMES OF VIOLENCE AND SOME LANGUAGE!!! ⚠️

Your 18 years old, finally old enough to go with your father to hunt some dragons! "Get ready [son/daughter]!" Your father says. "I'm not so sure about this, Devon." Your mother says nervously "I'll be fine, mom." You say. "Whatever you say, [your name]." Your mother sighs, walking out of the kitchen. You and your father pack bags filled with guns, food, torches, matches, and knifes. "Feather gliders live 55,000 feet in the air in their village." Your father says, "we're gonna have to hike there, [son/daughter]!" Your not so thrilled about that part, but you get ready anyways. You also pack warm clothing, and a first aid kit because your father says tornados are common where feather gliders live. You and your father hop in the family [your car], and head out. You wave goodbye to your mother and she wishes you good luck.

After hours, you and your father are so high up that when you look down, there's so much fog you can't see the bottom. The wind starts to pick up, almost knocking you off your feet. "We're here, my [son/daughter]" your father says proudly. "Woah." You say. "This place is beautiful." There's a bridge with no ropes to prevent falling. The slim bridge stretches far into the village. You and your father creep through the bridge. It starts to sway under your feet. "Dad..?" You ask nervously. "Are you sure this is safe..?" You look back at your father. He nods. "Of course this is safe, [son/daughter]! We'll be fine!" You find that something's wrong. The bridge is swaying so much. You can barley keep your balance and struggle to stay on the unstable wood. "Come on [son/daughter]! You can make it!" Your father says. You both just barley make it to the village. There's a bell going off over and over again. The wind is unbearable. You look back and realize what was happening. "TORNADO!!!" A voice yells loudly from the ringing bell. "EVERYBODY INSIDE!!" You see a few dragonets running into the cabin-like huts. "[your name]!!!" Your father yells, panic rising in his voice. "RUN!!!" Your father is on the ground. He lost his grip! "DAD NO!" You yell, running back to him. The tornado is hurling your way. The wind is pulling you towards it. You can barley see anything. Suddenly, a piece of wood flies out of the tornado and hits you on the head, knocking you out. The last thing you hear is your father yelling "OH SHIT!!" And everything goes black.

Your awoken by the cessation of tapping on your head. It doesn't feel like a human. It feels like... talons? What? You think, slowly opening your eyes. You gasp when you see what it is.